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Musings of pensive Black girls. Think pieces to political, self-love journeys to ones that make you laugh out loud.

The Black Woman Commandments I Cannot Keep

“I love your hair. You did it yourself?” “Aww, thank you. I wish. I can’t…

If We Could Talk

I remember the time you left your phone at home in our first apartment. It…

To quote Erykah Badu: “I am an artist and I’m sensitive about my ish…”

Virginia Woolf once said: Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then…

Transnational F**keries

At the produce markets that populated Church Avenue, if someone cut in line or pushed…

A Symptom of Migration: Your Children will be Traitors to your Nostalgia

By age 6, I knew what nostalgia meant, and it already felt like a dirty…

Afrodite

“African-American girls always score higher than their white peers when it comes to self-esteem,” one…

Finding Mama

Let me start by giving my parents the grace they deserve. My mother was only…

God is Blue

It’s morning again. The cold outside beats against everything it encounters and my old bedroom…

You Are The Prize

I changed jobs earlier in the year. It was the type of job that had…

To The Girl in the Yale Sweatshirt

It was Christmas Eve, I guess technically Christmas because it was past midnight. We are,…

Tracks of Passage: How to Ride A Dragon Coaster & Other Lessons I Learned from Dad

When you’ve got moxie, you need the clothes to match. When you haven’t got it,…

A City Girl On Country Time

We’re alone, Patrick and I, in a three-story house an hour outside of Naples, Italy.…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

The Riot Within: The Pain and Power of When They See Us and Why Black Traumatic Stories Matter

I was twenty-four years old when I learned about the Central Park Case. Browsing the…

Close Encounters of the “Angry Black Woman” Kind

The e-mail message was as jarring as the sound of an alarm clock on Saturday…