When the boy child was 5 years old, he called me ‘Blackie’ and proudly told me that his friend from school told him that ‘Blackie’ was another word for Black people. To say I was shocked, upset, angry was an understatement. That moment, that time the boy child called my a racial slur, was my awakening. Aside from the racial […]
As an outsider looking into to the mess that is the United States, more often than not I am left speechless. Beyond that though, as a mother, as someone with family in the US, there is a deep sense of solidarity with black folk and the struggles that they face, because although to a lesser extent, these are the same […]
I don't have my 'ish together, I'm a hot mess mom.