Pressing the Black Out; Hot Combs, Fear and Culture (#30DayRBHC)

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“Be still girl… stop moving!” The words of my mother, and many other Black mothers out there, just trying to press their little girls hair. The smell of smoking hair, the heat on the back of my neck, and the lingering memories of shadow burns on the tops of my ears are all a part of my memories of being a little girl made beautiful by my mother. My mother was skilled at her job, she could press that hair better than most, and I did not even get scared until she was behind my ears or in the kitch … [Read more...]

The Magic of Maya Angelou; The Lost Voice of the People (#30DayRBHC)

Maya Angelou receives a Medal of Freedom from U.S. President Barack Obama at the White House in Washington

Her voice was a deep, soulful voice of husky quality. Her presence reverberated into the space of the world, creating a energy that held wisdom in it’s vibration. She was powerful in her womanhood, bringing her culture, her past, and her history as a vehicle for change. Words were her weapons, bullets of love shot from a her heart and directed at her people… all of her people. They called her the “people’s poet” because she wrote messages for, and about, the people. She was not easily described … [Read more...]

Kwanzaa in a Pagan Home: My Spiritual, Pride Practice

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I am ending this year with pride and culture. I have been hesitant to start the practice of Kwanzaa in my home for some time, not because I did not believe in the value of its practice, but because of…. fear. It is the continuous fear of breaking away from overculture, even though I am Pagan, and a Black woman. I will never fit into the norm of overculture, and it is not something I am trying to do anyway. It is often an unconscious fear that pushes us away from something that is new and p … [Read more...]

A Voiceless Practice; Forced Introspection

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I am at the end of a long sickness and recovery from some kind of sweeping virus that turned into strep and then tonsillitis. I am not a person that gets sick a lot, and so when I do, I fight against it tooth and nail. But this time it came from out of nowhere and took me right off my feet, leaving me home, in pain, and barely able to talk.Above all the other inconveniences that sickness causes, this started the night before Halloween, taking me out of the realm of celebration for my mom’s b … [Read more...]

It’s In the Blood

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by Porsha Williams I was conversing lightly with my 'male bestie' earlier this week, while watching his DVR'd first episode of “Sleepy Hollow” on NBC.  As avid sci-fi and fantasy fans, we found ourselves immediately sucked into the lushness of this show.  Within the set of scenes that came after the commercial break, we both mutually chuckled at the scene where the African-American Police Lieutenant gave the 'evil eye' to the resurrected soldier Icabod Crane. In that scene, Icabod marvels that n … [Read more...]

Natural. Hair. Magick.

Image by Glenford Nunez from "The Coiffure Project"

My first exposure to the concept of hair as a magickal thing came from my West-African step-father. Whenever my mother would cut his hair, he would meticulously gather up all of the hair to be buried. He said that it had power in it and couldn't just be thrown in the garbage because it was part of a person and someone could use it to do magick against you. At the time, wannabe cynical teen that I thought I was, I thought he and his superstitious beliefs were silly.Now that I'm living full … [Read more...]

Not That Far Away: Honoring My Mom on Mother’s Day

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Three years have passed since she died… three years and a couple of months. And every year the pain is easier to bear, her presence is harder to feel and her face is a bit more faded in my memory. I think the more that time passes, I realize that one of the things I do have is the understanding of how much I really am my mother. She is not gone because she lives within me, breaths within me, thinks in my mind, speaks through my mouth and comforts through my arms.I hear these stories from o … [Read more...]


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