Lately, I've become overly aware of little black girls between the ages of six to eleven years old. Mostly they seem shocked that someone has even acknowledged them, much less dared to call them beautiful!
There is a single force that occupies Wall Street, Main Street and corporate suites across America. That force is Fear, and it is choking dreams and keeping 99 percent of people from unleashing their genius.
Gene Marks seems to think that all poor Black kids need to do differently to succeed is "be smart enough to go for it." I'll be sure to tell that to students the next time I'm in an classroom that has too many students and too few books.
As a distinguished African-American member of Generation Y, I vow to uphold the rules and principles of cursive handwriting. The art of cursive handwriting among students is disappearing at an alarming rate. What is your take on the cursive debate?
I can't tell you how many of my unattached friends and clients are lamenting the onset of this holiday season. I can't say that I blame them. The holiday season can be tough for single ladies, it's one of those times during the year when being alone can feel particularly lonely.
Let's face it, there are times when holiday gatherings are not fun and joyous but remind you of how dysfunctional your family actually is. If you find yourself thinking... "Am I the only one who feels like there is something seriously wrong with these folks?" then try these tips.
We are a less hospitable nation. Hospitality has been exchanged for a heightened hostility. Let's call it pepper spray hospitality, which is, in fact, no hospitality at all. We are a spray first, ask questions later, kind of society.
I recently happened upon some paperwork from my son's high school. Seeing my blended family in black and white letters threw me for a loop. The descriptions of us were clinical, anesthetized, devoid of love.
Judging by the amount of coughs and tissue boxes floating around the office, it's that time again. The cold season is here. While cold medication is the obvious choice when treating the common cold, herbal tea is another healthy alternate.
My father was my umbrella; but he didn't just shelter and protect me. He molded me. He taught me the importance of community. I write this open tribute with no hesitation nor reservation to say that I am so proud to be his daughter.
The days are shorter. The leaves have changed and you're forced to wear more clothes. This change can negatively impact your mood. Here are some simple tips to help you stay on track, fight winter weight gain and boost your overall health and well-being.
As my plane started its descent into Santiago, Chile, I felt the excitement build within my chest. After my 10-hour night flight from Dallas, I was feeling worse for wear but highly anticipated what would await me in Chile's capital.
I am so over mainstream media's obsession with who black women do or don't date/marry. Outside of site hits and ratings, the goal of this meme is really quite simple and has been happening since the 19th century. It reinforces that black women are unlovable.
The national conversation surrounding reproductive rights ebbs and flows. Through it all, one very important person never quite seems to make the first string of the "Decision Making Team": The father.