Invisible Girls, Unless They Serve! Black American Her/History 360, Women’s Herstory Month 2020

As we move into a more, in depth analysis of the complexities of Black American women’s identity and womanhood, we are forced to go deeper into another realm, as it pertains to girls and young maidens of our community. It is no secret that the Black American community has consistently been painted as masculine. BlackRead more ⟶

When Maidens Find the Gardens, What Do We Do? Black American Her/History 360, Women’s Herstory Month 2020

When famed writer, and womanist, Alice Walker, wrote In Search Of Our Mothers’ Gardens (in 1972), the world was given a glimpse into Black America’s cultural gardens. And, not traditional understandings, of this peculiar community, as a political hub-having a male leader, without connecting him to his culture of women. No. This world was aRead more ⟶

Opened To Vulnerability, In Order. . .To Be! Interview With BJ Williams, Founder Of “Can I Be Vulnerable?”-Black American Her/History 360

Allowing oneself to be vulnerable is one of those necessary, yet cautionary, attributes in achieving healthy relationships with the right people. Being open and honest with oneself, one’s weaknesses, and how this brings forth the realm of honesty. Going back to Merriam-Webster’s definition of vulnerable, we are, again, presented with two meanings: 1.) capable ofRead more ⟶

Sealed and Safeguarded, In Gardens Of Our Own! Black American His/Herstory Month

So, as February continues on, the world of Black American Her/History Month, presses through in its celebration. There is just something magical about it being celebrated in 2020! And, with that comes another conversation. Who is February really for? A recent article on Yahoo.com (entitled “Don’t pit slavery descendants against black immigrants. Racism doesn’t knowRead more ⟶

Negro Gardens Safeguarded In A Blackened Femininity Of US Soiling! Black American Her/History Month

We are peculiar flowers, who have grown in familiar soiling. Nevertheless, we tended to its richness, for peculiar vegetation and fertilization. Time became our tool, and space was our palette. Movement, and the dispersion of our existence, were the silent, silkened arrays of fire, fueling our creativity. Our ability to use blackened energy in theRead more ⟶