I Don’t Need Therapy. I Need Help.
I don't have my 'ish together, I'm a hot mess mom.
I don't have my 'ish together, I'm a hot mess mom.
For a long time, I couldn’t quite place my finger on what exactly bothered me about seeing a non-black women rocking cornrows or faux fros or… bantu knots. But watching my daughter out of the side of my eye, trying to twist her doll’s hair while I casually perused my Facebook feed, it hit me. There ― for what seemed […]