News Flash: Women with Natural Hair Can Be Lazy, Too!

I have worn my hair natural for nearly the last 10 years (without interruption) and I think I have earned the right to be over it. Yes, lawd. I am over calling a relaxer “creamy crack.” I am over using Black hair as a barometer of Blackness or self-pride. I am over YouTube videos, tutorials, and 50-leven products crowding up the cabinet under my bathroom sink. I am over Naturalista Nazis and Repulsed Relaxistas. But mostly, I’m just over natural hair being a “thing” we tell other Black women is or isn’t for them.

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#BreeNewsome Didn’t Climb that Pole for You to Shame Strippers

Almost a week ago, moments before sunlight scattered darkness, Bree Newsome scaled heights to bring down a symbol that had long outlived its day. My social media timelines had been abuzz with folks pointing fingers about “no more marching or praying,” they said, “let’s start doing.” So the 30-year-old Black activist did something. In a planned action of civil disobedience, Newsome climbed the flag pole at the Columbia, South Carolina Capitol and simply unhooked it, waved it, and descended. We have lifted her name in pride since. Well, most of us have. Please collect your stripper-shaming simple siblings.

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5 Things Black Parents Can Do to Foster Self-Esteem in Preschool Girls

Last week, my daughter turned to me and exclaimed out of the blue, “Mommy, you’re brown!” She has not yet made the deduction that she, too, is brown. She soon will. And when that day comes, I want to be ready to tell her what it means to be brown. I do not want to wait until she reaches school age for her to love herself, to love the almond of her skin, to know that others can love themselves and not disparage her.

I don’t know if I can fortify my daughter against having skin color issues as I did when I was younger. Some hurdles our children must find the strength to jump by themselves. I will do what I can. Nonetheless, more than just a general sense of Black pride, I would like to instill in her an intolerance for colorism. Here are five things parents of preschool girls can do to foster self-esteem.

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10 DOPE Quotes from Blogging While Brown 2015 #BWBATX

Last week I went to my first blogging conference, Blogging While Brown and I had a BALL! I spent two whole days around people who share my interests, speak my language, and inspire me to do better with my talent. I soaked up so much information that will help me become a better blogger and Internet citizen. One thing #BWBATX taught me is to share resources. I’m putting my spin on a recap post with the best quotes I heard from speakers, presenters, and (of course) my favorite bloggers!

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Jack of All Trades, Master of Deez (Or, Reasons NOT to Get a Master’s Degree)

When I graduated with my Master’s degree, I don’t really know what I thought would happen. Maybe I imagined what the whispers subliminally told me. A Master’s degree will garner higher pay, a better position. Education for education’s sake is never a bad investment, right? All this may have been true prior to the Great Recession. Today, though? All I have to say is: Master deez.

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Don’t Wait Until Life Is Perfect to Live Your Dreams

Now that I’m older, it’s somewhat more frustrating to not be “where I thought I’d be” as if life is supposed to unfold just as we imagined it. You ever do that? Look at your 25, 30, 35-year-old self and glumly measure your progress against what might have been? Yeah, me neither. So I dream. Maybe I’d get more time to write if I could quit my job? Be a stay-at-home-writer-mom? I pin my dreams on those “perfect” circumstances, and wait and sigh, sigh and wait.

But frankly, I have a bad habit of waiting until my life is perfect to live my life.

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This One Is For Every Kid Who Spent Summer With Grandma

My three year-old baby girl is off on summer vacation spending the week with her grandparents in Jacksonville. And her mother doesn’t know what to do with herself. We did the same thing last year and I was fine. Giddy, even, to be kid less for a few days. But as we pulled away from the house last Sunday afternoon, I felt a twinge of separation anxiety. I miss my baby!

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He Had Nowhere to Run: The Tragedy of Kalief Browder

Kalief Browder committed suicide after being held for 3 years without conviction at Rikers Island. He had nowhere to run. He disintegrated. They chipped and chipped at him until he had nothing left. And then they gave him back to his mother, a shell. How could Kalief live in the state of New York, in America even, knowing they sanctioned every cruel indignity he suffered? There was no place he could run to feel safe, not even in his mind. I pray that in death Kalief is freer than America allowed him to be in life.

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