Whose are you God? I am hers. She. The one who wants to be raped. Beaten. Pillaged. She does not want a man to make love to her. No. She wants to be screwed. It ain’t pretty. It ain’t romantic. It does not feel good. It does not need to. These are blurred lines. He knows she wants it. Do it like hurt. I am hers. She. The one who does not want to be raped. But there she is.... Read more
A few years ago, when Rhysie was only a few weeks old and just before Christmas 2009, our pastor’s wife, Kristy, invited some of the new mommies with babies three-months old or younger to her house for a little welcome-to-sleepless-nights gathering. She’d made this wildly decadent spread of chocolatey goodness, complete with an array of warm sweet beverages. She gave each of us a time to process through how we were adjusting to life as new moms (or second, third, or fourth-time... Read more
I am racially Italian-American & African-American. I am a biracial, self-identifying, culturally & ethnically black American woman living in the segregated Midwest. I grew up in Detroit, one of the most segregated cities in America. I am often mistaken for being Latina-American & one time, white. Outside of the U.S. in countries as varied as Kenya to Switzerland people seem to think I’m Egyptian. My hair style also makes a big difference in racial perception. My husband is a white... Read more
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you! He was all flummoxed. All concerned. Reasonably so. I’d communicated something-or-other about how I’m-not-good-enough-for-this or don’t-deserve-this OR THAT. I’d weaseled my way out of kind words and decided instead to settle on why it’s okay for someone to treat me poorly because, really, it was all just a big misunderstanding. And yes, this friend loves me -of course- this friend just isn’t sensitive to my issues. And besides, I... Read more
What do I reflect? Is it anger, beauty, sacrifice, love, hate, disappointment? The complexity of all-of-the-above? (How terribly inconvenient of us humans to exist with such a myriad of reflections, eh?) When I think my last two highly emotive, off-the-cuff, honest posts not only do I get another vulnerability hangover but I wonder if I’m reflecting to you the version of myself I want to be? Because, reconciliation. Not just reconciliation between the halves of my racial and ethnic identity:... Read more
Sometimes, Y’all it is helpful to write raw, get it down & push it out there. Usually, when I take part in Heather of the EO’s Just Write’s it’s about the mundane of life so no one gives a flip. Ahh, but yesterday I manage to cull together my racism, my anger towards toxic, angry white feminist, middle class women, Dave Ramsey, wealth, the poor & prolly a few other things too. Perhaps, that post could have been sat on for... Read more
I am much too angry rage-y right now. If there is anything in the world that can set a person off it seems like Twitter will do it. Yesterday someone started calling out one of my friends for no good reason. She was unapologetic & awful. When I texted my friend to tell him how angry I was for him yet, I realized there was NO point in my addressing her tomfoolery via Twitter. Would minds be changed? No. Would... Read more
netizen |ˈnetəzən| noun a user of the Internet, esp. a habitual or avid one. //// 1. My HOMEY, Micah talking about how he changed his mind regarding the “evils” of Black Friday inspired a great deal by this post explaining the upsides of Black Friday. Love. 2. The black musician who befriends KKK members & keeps their white linens after they give up their hate. He’s a better human than me. 3. An article about how a black college student... Read more
When I read Hollywood Housewife’s recent post, I Don’t Believe in God I pridefully thought, “whew. I’m so glad that isn’t me.” (No hate, shame or judgement toward Laura. I own my judgy-pride issues). That post made me think for a good 3-4 days. I SO appreciated her honesty. I appreciated the idea that we can live -all of us- doing certain things yet doubting & believing differently. When I read her post the pride flowed in easily because I, Grace... Read more
Eager to welcome a beautiful soul today, Kristi Scott whom I “met” through Twitter & the #FMFparty community. Besides looking a little like my sister, I feel drawn to the beauty of this sweet soul, so passionate & lovely. Her post is part of a series of guests post over the next couple of months on the theme of Genesis 50:20, What you meant for evil, God meant for good. This passage in particular stuck out to me a few... Read more
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