On this day in 1994 I was admitted into Labor & Delivery to be induced labor due to loss of amniotic fluid, my baby was in my womb in a […]
The issues I had with being defined as “Dark and Ugly” came from people outside our family in the beginning. I was darker one in my family and if subconsciously and if possible in the womb I knew the prettiest girls were lighter with so-called good hair and not girls who looked like me. I wouldn’t truly understand that being dark-skinned with nappy hair meant something bad and ugly until I started school. My short afro puff ponytails were mocked and ridiculed along with my chocolate-colored skin. This would be the beginning of a long journey of questioning who I was, searching for validation, depression all because I was trained to believe that the color of my skin and texture of my hair wasn’t good enough or acceptable, which in turn made me worthless to the world so I thought.
Being the tallest, darkest and nappiest girl was difficult, but it got better, much better. It was like one day I went to the mirror on the wall and she responded, “Girl, the dark-skinned, nappy-headed tall girls are IN! You made it Sista, you are now included in the most beautiful of them all!” I am a Swan now and I have been basking in my lil pond celebrating Me without splashing water on my haters. I actually let them swim with me!
Seriously though, I believe it’s because we became aware of what we were doing to each other. We realized that we fell for the hype of European beauty standards that we allowed it to divide us for years.
I have always been real with y’all since my Nola Chic persona was created, living my life like an open window. I love New Orleans and everything that has come […]
Remembering Hurricane Katrina brings up a host of painful emotions, pains that we can not escape. The date feels like a bandaid that has been ripped off, exposing unhealed festering wounds. Those affected by Katrina may look and act as though they are healed, but underneath the scab lays layers of trauma.
Thinking back to Hurricane Katrina and observing all the changes in these fourteen years, it appears that the Survivors of Hurricane Katrina are put on display to stir emotions and not the mere acknowledgment of their survival. There are stories behind those voiceless pictures.
Remembering my baby girl, My’Tae Antionette. Shame and embarrassment silenced me from saying her name.
This will be my first time speaking of this ever in life, and as I share, I hope I can free myself from twenty-eight years of guilt and pain. I have asked God and My’Tae for forgiveness, and some years ago, I had the same dream about being pregnant, giving birth, and burying my baby over and over again. A voice told me I was too young to know what was going on with my body, nor did I have a clue about sex, and that I had been forgiven at the very moment I was going through it. It helped some, but still…
I wonder why isn’t Juneteenth celebrated on a larger scale in New Orleans, primarily when the city is known to celebrate some of the strangest things. We have festivals for food, a voodoo fest, a Greek Fest, a whiskey fest, and the list of fest goes on. Is it the sensitivity of the issue at hand that has some cringing at the even written word “J.U.N.E.T.E.E.N.T.H? Is it not celebrated as it should, because some think it’s “just for black” as if white people didn’t assist in this life-changing day? Is it hard for some to accept that Slavery did happen and by way of their lineage? Can we stop avoiding “The Talk”about the day African Americans became “real people” to the government? It happened and we need to celebrate days, events such as Juneteenth together to prevent slavery from happening again.
Today is Father’s Day, and like some of you, my father is not here on earth, and I miss him dearly. My life is taking me to a place where […]
The funeral for Leah Chase, a chef and civil rights icon, showcased a street culture that continues to flourish in the city she helped revive. — Read on www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/06/13/us/new-orleans-funerals.html
Hurricane Katrina Surivior Warren Brown surivives tornado in closet with wife in Abilene, TX: “I watched the thing eat up my house.”
Hurricane Katrina survivor Warren Brown and his wife Kenyetta Woodard have survived yet another natural disaster. A confirmed tornado tore through parts of Abilene, Texas early Saturday morning, according to […]
My life in New Orleans is filled with days of soulful creativity! The jobs I have taken on since I moved back home are all connected in their various forms of freedom of speech, the use of writing and telling our stories. It’s as if I was written into all the scripts opportunities that have presented themselves upon my arrival. New Orleans is all that I knew she would be. In the midst of my pain, she helps me pin my sorrows of my soul, giving me an outlet of healing and freedom. The warmth of love here far better than vitamin D. You never know I may be on this path for my ultimate role as a movie writer ☺️!