When a magazine calls a woman with pale eyes and hair beautiful, I don't have any problem agreeing. They are beautiful. We all are. But what many magazines fail to realize is that there's more than one brand of beauty.
One of the reasons I created GLAM4GOOD was so I could harness the positive aspects of fashion and beauty to celebrate courage and perseverance in the face of great difficulty, tragedy and pain. Nayanda was right, GLAM4GOOD is more than just a makeover -- often it's about honoring and acknowledging everyday heroism and bravery.
History teaches us that negative forces will always try to smear and distort those on the side of justice, that is nothing new. But it is up to us to keep marching forward -- for victory is made up by those that remain focused and disciplined.
I was taken back to childhood days of dancing and singing along to the radio with my older sister, Danielle. There is -- and always will be -- something magical about sharing the dance floor with the person who has been able to finish your sentences.
Most women are conditioned to believe that their hopes and dreams should dim in comparison to a mans. How often do you hear of men quitting their jobs because their woman got a new position that requires them to relocate? What about men choosing to stay at home with their children while the woman continues to further her career? Hardly ever.
We are more fit, more fun and more happening than previous generations. We wear similar clothing, like the same music and enjoy the same movies, books and television shows.
Beloved, I woke up late to black rage. I don't want the same for you. This rage will help you experience the very heart of Christ, the heart that is upset by every instance of oppression and misuse of power.
I never want my daughter to know that at any given moment, I see myself as 5-10 pounds shy of my goal weight. And happiness. And I never want her think that a natural part of being a woman is living in a chronic low-grade fever of body dissatisfaction.
When it comes to rape culture and manifestations of sexual violence against women, as people of color, we find ourselves at the forefront of this plague.
What will happen 30 years from now when the litigation my colleagues and I devoted ourselves to has faded from collective memory? Despite reforms, this place remains a prison for children.
Near the commencement of Outkast's hour-and-a-half long performance at Coachella this past weekend, the lauded duo reciprocally encircled the table while simultaneously reciting their seminal lyrics, walking a circular path reminiscent of spiritual pilgrims walking a labyrinth.
Before this past January, I hadn't cried since 1999 and the Denzel movie The Hurricane.
I asked males in the audience how they defined manhood. A lot of the usual terms came up like "provider" and "strong" and "responsibility." I responded those words could also apply to my single mother and most women I know.
Children have only one childhood, and it is now. We know what to do. We know what works. We must make it happen now by working together.
Why am I writing this? As a single mother, raising two black young men and surrounded by the death of so many young men, I am constantly in search of positive influences that will inspire them, motivate them and keep them on the right path.
The question is not who is in charge. Rather, it is how well is the university doing in fulfilling its mission.