This week, I’m concluding my conversation with Brainne DeRosa, authour of the Red, Round or Green blog, about a recent article she wrote for Motherwell Magazine, ‘On not leaning in, but not leaning out.’ We continue our chat about flexibility in the workforce, compare notes on Canada’s maternity leave vs. America’s. We chat about race and privilege and the realities that many women, including women of colour or single women […]
I recently wrote an article about only having one hour a day to spend with my kids if I accept a full-time 9-5, no flexibility job. One hour. That is my reality, and for me, that is not acceptable. Why is it that in a world (at least in Canada), where maternity leave has been extended to two years and where men are now being given the opportunity to […]
Having a three year old sucks. Anyone who tells you differently is either delusional or on a strong dose of Vicodin or likely both….because they have a three year old, or as that age is now commonly known- a ‘threenager.’ On episode three of the Woke Mommy Chatter podcast, I am talking to three fellow moms, Rahema, Felicia owner of @Justuseventstoronto and Trish- creator of the @ConfessionsofaHuslingMama blog on Instagram. […]
Woke Mommy Chatter – The Podcast is back with 8 new episodes. We are kicking off season 2 with an episode on Black Love. I chat with Destinii and Brandon from the @BlaqLoveSoul Instagram blog about the beauty of Black love, some of the challenges and their own love story.
Black love truly is beautiful, in some ways it is revolutionary. It is defiance in the face of injustice and racism. Black love is perseverance, in a society that has attempted for years to undermine black relationships, to strip black people of their ability to love each other, to uphold each other and to bond with each other.
Black love is comfort, home, it a sense of security and peace in knowing that you are enveloped in an embrace of those who share common experiences, who understand the struggle, who strive to achieve despite all odds.
Black love stands strong in the face of societal pressure from billboards, and commercials and marketing campaigns and television shows and memes, and Instagram posts that seek to perpetuate the myth that black love is dying. That it no longer exists, that its blackness is toxic.
Black love is community, it is protests, it is standing hand in hand, and it is support for each other, supporting neighbours, supporting family. It is hope in the future. It is uplifting.
Black love is resistance, it is a fist in the air, it is the power of convictions, it is striving towards change, it is people who dedicate themselves to their community, it is unapologetic in its blackness.
Black love is pride.
Black love is hurt and pain. It is complicated. It is the grief of communities destroyed by lack of opportunities and injustice of biased societal structures that uphold white supremacy. It is fear for black children, for our partners, for ourselves.
Black love is migration, it is building a future away from those you love, communities you love, in the hopes that the generations after will do better. It is sacrifice. It is courage
Black love is beautiful. It is Sunday afternoon hair days, and cook-outs and worship. Is carnival and bacchanals and dance hall. It is celebration.
Black love is empowering. It is community. It is about thriving against all odds. It is about defying the oppressor. Black love will always be political. Black love will always be divisive, black love will always exist.
Black love is everything.
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Part of the reason I started my blog was to peel back the layers on what motherhood in the west looks like- which in the mainstream…is lily white. It’s part of the problem I have with shows like Parenthood or the Canadian mom show Workin’ Moms. But even though I know this, sometimes I’m still genuinely shocked to see that my motherhood is barely ever reflected in mainstream media. Can […]
The boy child is 7 years old now. We’ve always enabled the belief in Santa and the magic of Christmas. But this year is different. The boy child wobbled. He wasn’t sure about Santa. He had questions. But they weren’t straightforward black and white questions like, is Santa real? He was too scared to ask that, I could tell. Instead he’d say things like, ‘I don’t believe in magic, just […]
I don’t know any black parent who doesn’t struggle to find books with characters that their child can relate to. So that’s why when I came across the book I am Truly. I snapped it up. I picked it purely on instinct. I looked at the cover and saw a little black girl and thought, that looks like my girl…I am getting this book. It was that basic. Never could […]