Triplets Of Pretty Love! Black American Her/History 360, Women’s Herstory Month 2020

They are considered one of the hottest, most successful, women’s groups of all time. Tragedy may have changed things, but their legacy lives on. The messages they encouraged for teenagers, and young women, concerning safe intimacy, and themes of womanhood, continue to be heard, by today’s generation. The messages and songs of TLC, never goRead 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 ⟶

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 ⟶

A Kitty Essence For Catty Women! Black American Her/History Month

Cats hold a sacred artistry. Since ancient times, their mystery and persona has been celebrated. Serving as models for humanity’s matriculation on Earth. Attentive. Sensitive. Cunning. Knowledgeable. Devoted to whatever task they have set to. In tuned with the artistry of Universal creativity and wonder. Cats stay connected to movements of the Heavens, of theRead 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 ⟶