This was originally penned in January 2021 in the aftermath of the insurrection at The Capitol. Here is something that this nation confirmed for me these last couple of weeks that I already knew-No matter what this country does to Black Folks, no matter what indignities we endure, we as a collective hold on to
I’ve always loved my first name-Colette. Growing up no one had my name. In a sea of Lisas and a small group of Michelles, Colette was all mine. I always knew that Colette was a French name and that it wouldn’t be unique if I lived in France, but I wasn’t in France. I was
I watched The Forty-Year-Old Version on Netflix the other night and I thought, “Damn if this Sista is struggling, what should I be feeling/doing at 55?” I have been juggling a career in Early Childhood Education (a career that I have actually come to be an expert at and love) and a life in the