At some point in our childhoods we leave behind that impulse to be naked to the world. Maybe we leave it crumpled on the floor in the bathroom one night and forget to pick it back up. The self that emerges is tremulous against the cold stares of society. Is my skin too dark? Am I good enough? Can anybody love me as I am? When I look at the woman I am now and the little girl I carried for 10 months, I hope she never knows shame like I have.
I still can’t decide whether or not I should leave Atlanta. But if I do end up leaving the A, there are some very good reasons why Atlanta is not the right city for a girl like me. I remember the one time I was at the mall and didn’t realize that the heavily made-up chick with the bodyguards was a Real House-something. I asked a bystander and she looked at me like I wasn’t an ATLien. Awk-ward.
Let me get all my disclaimers out now: I love natural hair: both yours and mine. This is not a game for me. I am D. Tafakari, of the House Bonner, Second of Her Name, Protector of the Realm of Nappy Kitchens, Stealth Ninja of Weak Edges, OG Pumper of Black Power Fist Picks, and a Level 2 Carefree […]
Monday dawned with the caw of a carrion bird over a rotten situation. I watched the video showing NFL player Ray Rice punch his then-fiancee Janay during an altercation and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. The conversations I’ve had over the past two days about domestic violence have sought to understand and to educate, […]
If you’ve lived enough years past high school, it’s likely happened to you. You pick up a recent photo of yourself and gasp, “Is that me? I look…[insert ugly/fat/skinny/huge/sick/tired/ other self-flagellating adjective]!” Ever since I had my daughter 2.5 years ago, my word is . Many use an offending photo as a catalyst to change their lifestyle; that was my […]
Last Sunday evening, I set foot in San Francisco (SF), California for the very first time to celebrate five years of marriage to Mr. Right. The sunset looked painted into the sky by numbers: 1. a Heisenberg blue Walter White could be proud of; 2. the faint rosé blush of a sweet California wine; 3. a […]
Today is my 5th wedding anniversary. Yaay! I figured today I might be grown enough to talk about sex. (Hi Mom!) I wanted to share what my short time being married has taught me about sex after the ring slips on. I’ve been thinking about this post for a long time because most unmarried people have […]
On August 29, I celebrate my 5th wedding anniversary! This week I’m writing slices of life being young, Black and married in a time when the Internet is blamed for ruining marriages daily. It all started because I opened my big mouth and talked about my husband on Facebook. But first, let me explain something about […]
On August 29, I will celebrate my 5th wedding anniversary. This week, I’m writing slices of life being young, Black and married in a time when no one believes Black marriages even happen. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t want him to go. When my husband said that he’d gotten the 11-week out-of-state internship he applied […]
Each time an unarmed Black man dies, Black America chooses a memento to mark his humanity before the jackals maul it. For Trayvon Martin we donned hoodies, brandished Skittles and iced tea. I will never hear the words “I can’t breathe” again without thinking of Eric Garner’s last gasp for life. Over the past nearly two […]