Black mommas are excellence in the form of chocolate and honey. Black mommas are love and peace, comfort and warmth - black mommas are what makes this world keep going round and round. So I do it for them. I wake up every morning and tackle the unfairness of education for them. I do it because no black momma should ever have to bury her baby.Read More
I am extremely hard on myself.
This is not an overstatement. I am the type of person that can be told by 27 different people that I did a phenomenal job on something and I will still pick apart the tiniest thing that I believe was bad, and then judge the entire thing by that one little portion.Read More
My granny is my reason.
Let me start from the beginning, though. I have always been my granny’s baby. I’m her first grandchild and only grand daughter. I was blessed to grow up in a house with her and my mother, so our relationship developed easily. My mom worked full time, so my granny was the one that would pick me up from school, and she was who I would spend my time with until my mom got home. We went shopping, ran errands, visited family, and watched a lot of church (this is when Benny Hinn and his miraculous healings were all the rage.)Read More
Truth is, I have graduated, a lot, and I’m not quite done yet. I’ve done graduate school twice; I have a master’s in both Women and Gender studies and Education Administration, and my next step is a doctorate degree in Educational Leadership. I don’t say this to boast, though. I say this because I have learned that education is a lifelong journey and if being on all sides of education as a student, teacher, and administrator has taught me anything, it is to keep moving forward.Read More
I live by myself, and grocery shopping is hard.
It’s hard for so many reasons. 1. Bags. I have permanent scars on my arms from trying to carry all of my bags from the parking structure to my 2nd floor apartment at one time. 2. Everything is in bulk. Literally everything I eat comes in sets of 300. What am I going to do with 300 anything? The most annoying reason, though, is when I try to eat “healthy” and my fruits and veggies are spoiled. If I buy 5 apples, by the time I get to number 4 there are brown spots, my grapes are now raisins, and my oranges are hard enough to throw at somebody and leave a serious mark.
If I wait too long to use my fruit for its intended purpose, it rots.Read More
I’ve been an educator for around five years now, and my experience has been one that I appreciate, but saddens me at the same time. I think about my babies and the education they receive compared to mine, and I can’t help but see so many glaring differences. I’m not saying that my education was perfect and that all kids should be able to get the learning I did, but what I do know is that they should get more than what they’re getting right now.Read More
Today was the day that my baby was born.
No, not a human child, but my baby. Dear Black Girl started as a dream that my best friends pushed me to pursue. It started as a prayer for God to help me love myself. It started as a me thing. Today proved that this is not a me thing.Read More
One thing I hear on a regular basis is “I don’t need friends.” Granted, I hear it from 14-year-olds who hate the world, but it still bothers me when I do. Some way, society has shaped us into believing that we don’t need people but the truth is, we do.Read More
I have known for a very long time that I am not normal. I rarely fit in to social groups; at school I was too smart, at church I was too involved, and everywhere else I just did not belong. In the beginning I didn’t understand, so I tried to fit in. I tried to do what everybody else was doing so that I could be a part of something. I tried to be normal.
After a while, I realized that normal was the same as boring. I spent so many years trying to prove that I was just like everybody else that I lost sight of myself, and in turn felt even more left out than ever before.
But then, then I said yes.Read More
Yesterday I got cursed out by a 14 year old.
Let me set the scene.
My mother and I were in Walgreens getting random things. My mom needed orange juice and two teenage girls, let’s call them NeNe and DeDe, were trying to get drinks. They were too far back and the girls were tiny, so DeDe climbed in and grabbed as many as she could. My mom and I stood back and waited because the orange juice was in the same case. I was playing 2 for 2 on my phone (judge all you want) and I looked up just as the girls were walking away. NeNe and I made eye contact. NeNe then begins to curse me out, and I mean OUT, y’all.Read More