Talking about the Mommy blogosphere
It’s Friday and it’s hot and here I was thinking what ever will I blog about when a discussion I participated in recently for Bitch magazine was just released. It’s me and several other non standard...
View ArticleA Woman’s Work…
Today I bring you a guest post from Detoursfromhome, my baby sister in spirit as I have called her for many years. Enjoy! About two months ago, I had “the talk” with my gynecologist–the infamous “birds...
View ArticleFriendships & Race…Black Women & White Women 2011 edition
Today’s post is a repost from July 9, 2008…funny because this topic was on my mind today and before I sat down to write a post, I decided to look it up. That said, while some things I mention in this...
View ArticleNo more bushes!
This post is probably best avoided if you are a blood relative of mine or a tad prudish. Hey kids! It’s a New Year! Now put that tree away, don’t worry about that extra five pounds you have gained...
View ArticleWoman, don’t you know your place?
Work has had me out straight lately as Mainers are fond of saying (translation, real busy) yet despite being busy as hell, I have been paying attention to the world happenings and frankly it’s scary....
View ArticleLadies, let’s have a chat
As if there is nothing else in the world going on, it’s clear that women in the US (and really beyond) are under attack. I wrote recently about this, both here in this space as well as in my monthly...
View ArticleYa can’t have it all, because all is an illusion
One of the greatest blessings I have had in my life was to know many women we would call senior citizens, some were family members like my beloved Granny and others were friends I made on my own. For...
View ArticleDiversity of voices, follow up to work life balance
Yesterday’s post was written on the fly, more in a fit of annoyance yet it has provoked a lot of comments and thoughts. So much that I feel the need to expand on it with a few more thoughts. Growing up...
View ArticleBlack Women and Sex…oh no!
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who met a boy, a boy who made her very happy. The girl was so happy that when the boy suggested that they get married because they were in love, despite the...
View ArticleWhen mama just isn’t domestic…a confession and a revelation
Growing up in the 70s and 80s, I had no idea at the time how “different” my family was; in my mind we were just a normal family. Of course being Black and working class, what exactly does it even...
View ArticleOn Black women, girls and a side of Lemonade
Growing up in Chicago in the 1970s and ’80s; I often felt like I didn’t belong. Sure, I had my family, which was for the most part loving and no more dysfunctional than any other family…though we might...
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For My Mentor and All the Black Women Who Hold Us Up
There are people who come into your lives whose presence changes the entire trajectory of your life; for me personally there have been three such people, two of whom I married and the other who was my...
View ArticleMusings on Whiteness and Mammy…the Toxic Sea Or Level 200
“The reality is that African-American women face discrimination through both their race and gender. Spheres of social identities—from race to gender to sexuality to disability—operate on multiple...
View ArticleYa can’t have it all, because all is an illusion
One of the greatest blessings I have had in my life was to know many women we would call senior citizens, some were family members like my beloved Granny and others were friends I made on my own. For...
View ArticleDiversity of voices, follow up to work life balance
Yesterday’s post was written on the fly, more in a fit of annoyance yet it has provoked a lot of comments and thoughts. So much that I feel the need to expand on it with a few more thoughts. Growing up...
View ArticleBlack Women and Sex…oh no!
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who met a boy, a boy who made her very happy. The girl was so happy that when the boy suggested that they get married because they were in love, despite the...
View ArticleWhen mama just isn’t domestic…a confession and a revelation
Growing up in the 70s and 80s, I had no idea at the time how “different” my family was; in my mind we were just a normal family. Of course being Black and working class, what exactly does it even...
View ArticleOn Black women, girls and a side of Lemonade
Growing up in Chicago in the 1970s and ’80s; I often felt like I didn’t belong. Sure, I had my family, which was for the most part loving and no more dysfunctional than any other family…though we might...
View ArticleClik here to view.
For My Mentor and All the Black Women Who Hold Us Up
There are people who come into your lives whose presence changes the entire trajectory of your life; for me personally there have been three such people, two of whom I married and the other who was my...
View ArticleMusings on Whiteness and Mammy…the Toxic Sea Or Level 200
“The reality is that African-American women face discrimination through both their race and gender. Spheres of social identities—from race to gender to sexuality to disability—operate on multiple...
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