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I saw this phrase scroll across Instagram: Black joy is an act of Black resistance. Reading that eight-word sentence hit me because it was a reminder I needed. I have been intentional about finding joy in my life since I turned 30—and traveling solo is one of my joy points—which prompted me to lean into […] More
In a mere matter of months, you and your significant other have probably gone from comparing calendars in order to spend more quality time together to bickering about who got to pick the last Netflix show and longing for an hour apart. A relationship in isolation looks a lot different than a relationship in a […] More
While justice-demanding protests and Instagram blackouts have taken center stage this week, if change is going to happen, support of the Black community can’t stop there. If you too are wondering what you can do as an ally beyond pressing the “post” button or making a donation, the answer is clear: it’s extremely important now […] More
With so many things grasping for our attention and time, it’s easy to get overwhelmed and overburdened. But what would happen if we learned to simply say “no?” Saying no is a radical form of self-care because it helps you prioritize your well-being over your obligations and relationships. Of course, there are deadlines to meet, […] More
How is a Black woman created? Is she born with ‘sass’ on her tongue and anger in her eyes? At what point in my life did my heart and my mind feel the weight of my Blackness? Was it my hair? Was it in the way my mother discouraged me from wearing it out, natural, […] More
Just like Black lives, Black mental health matters. As tensions in our country have been at an all-time high this week, a wide combination of factors have made this time especially challenging and exhausting for Black women and girls. As Grace, the founder and editor-in-chief of Sorella Magazine, wrote in a piece about the realities […] More
“Home sweet home.” That’s what my mother would sometimes exclaim when she came home after a long day or when, to my delight, we’d return to our Chicago home after a weekend road trip. Lately, I’ve been reminiscing on this—wondering how the saying fits into a world where I, a Black woman, can be murdered […] More
In 1993, my mother ushered my sisters and I into the car and drove us to a neighboring town. The streets were lined with people of all races; black, brown, white… everyone eager to get a glimpse of the newly-crowned Miss South Africa. But unlike all the previous years and unlike any other Miss South […] More
