It’s not lost on me that people find my skin tone and hair texture “pretty”. I get compliments on them all the time. I think we are well aware of the notion (particularly within the black community) that lighter skin and soft curly hair is an immediate ticket to an easier life and an automatic assumption of beauty and eliteness. Being that I fall (somewhat) in this category and I am on the receiving end of plenty of compliments surrounding my hair and skin tone, I know how prevalent these opinions are.  I was just a little girl when I realized such a ridiculous hierarchy even existed. I am a middle child with two sisters who both have darker skin tones and tighter curl patterns than I do. Although my dad freely expressed his adoration for the darkest skin tones and the kinkiest hair types, I quickly realized that most people in the world around me did not share his views on this.

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The funny thing about knowledge is that once you know something you can’t really unknow it. So you now have a piece of knowledge and no one can take it from you. That alone (to me) is why reading is so important and so powerful. I look at books now and I get excited because I know that the information in that book can be knowledge in my head once I read the book. I haven’t always felt like this though. I’m almost ashamed to

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The holiday season is upon us once again. Around this time of year people either get really excited and start cooking, caroling, and decorating their pretty little hearts out or they start complaining about all the people bouncing around fa la la la la’ing all chipper and giddy. But for others it goes much deeper than that. Some people have an intense dread for the holidays due to strained or lost relationships, anniversary dates of a traumatic event, financial stressors, or some other negative experience that coincides with the holiday season. Combine this with the fact that the holidays occur in the cold and rainy winter months and it’s no wonder depression and suicide rates soar during this time of year. So, with that being said, what can you do now to overcome the dreaded holiday blues?  Below are five easy things that you can do now to beat the holiday blues…

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How many sexual assault survivors do you know? I am sad to say that I have far too many friends and family members who have experienced some form of sexual abuse or assault at some point in their life. Male and female. Adults and children. The fact of the matter is one is too many. But unfortunately, based on the statistics, it’s likely that you or someone you know has experienced some form of sexual abuse or assault as well.

These past few years have been filled with media coverage of high-profile sexual assault cases involving people such as Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinstein, Catholic priests, as well as the recent allegations made by Dr. Christine Ford against the now Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh. These events and powerful movements such as the #MeToo movement

Life gets really hectic at times. Some days it takes all I have to just get through the day. On days like this, the last thing I have time for is anything related to self-care (unless you include a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks as self-care). Anyway, I know how important self-care is and I know I definitely can’t afford to skimp on it. So I have been trying to incorporate some form of self-care into my daily (or at least almost daily) routine to ensure that I’m staying healthy, grounded, and keeping myself as a priority. When most people think of self-care they usually think of a vacation to a beautiful island, going to the gym/eating healthy, or a nice spa day. But there are other ways to incorporate self-care into your routine that you may have never actually thought of. Here is a list of 5 simple ways that you can incorporate self-care into your daily routine and the best part is they won’t cost you a dime!

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”- Stephi Wagner


My mother was deceased when I found out she had a serious mental illness. She never told me and no one else told me. But even though no one told me, I was 29 years old when she passed away and I had a Master’s Degree in Social Work. How could I have missed that? I play back different scenarios and situations in my head and wonder how differently I might have responded to certain things had I known. I wonder if maybe