black girls.

those loud black girls those loud black girls. aggressive, confrontational loud, black girls. depicted by white-washed sensationalized narratives that project anger onto those loud black girls who, we’re told, need to be tamed. a perceived threat even when our mouths are closed and our hands are at ease. no neck rolling, no lips moving andContinue reading “black girls.”

Notes on Father’s (and Mother’s) Day…

I must admit, I always have to check the calendar to know when Father’s Day is approaching. It’s one of those holidays that I never spent much time celebrating. As a child, I looked forward to Mother’s Day. In school, we’d always create some artsy, awkward gift for our mothers. And Ma would smile likeContinue reading “Notes on Father’s (and Mother’s) Day…”

Karlesha Thurman’s Breastfeeding Is Natural and Normal. Our Reactions Are Not.

I became pregnant with my now 16-year-old son during the summer of 1997. I completed the requirements for my undergraduate degree in English in November of that same year. My son was born in March 5, 1998, and I participated in commencement ceremonies in May 1998. And I was a breastfeeding mother. Prior to theContinue reading “Karlesha Thurman’s Breastfeeding Is Natural and Normal. Our Reactions Are Not.”

Mother to Son…Reciprocated: When Your Children Teach You Parenting Lessons

Last week my son visited with me for Spring Break. We had several [mind-blowing, cover your ears] conversations about life, love, school, coming of age, etc. There were times when I wanted to yell and other times when I wanted to hug him and shower him with kisses. And then there were those times whenContinue reading “Mother to Son…Reciprocated: When Your Children Teach You Parenting Lessons”

What about our children? The Fears of Mothering While Black…

“I just can’t imagine living without him. But I can imagine life without a revolution, without world socialism, women’s lib … I have a child. My responsibilities have changed.” (Conversations with Nikki Giovanni, p. 66). Much like Nikki Giovanni, I cannot imagine life without my son. The day he was born my responsibilities change, myContinue reading “What about our children? The Fears of Mothering While Black…”

Mothering from the Margins – and Other Side-Eye Assumptions

Mother to Son … Langston Hughes Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimesContinue reading “Mothering from the Margins – and Other Side-Eye Assumptions”