Once upon a time there was a young girl, who wanted to chart her own course in life. All her life she had been a good girl, always one to follow the rules, did what was expected of her, she was what some would call an easy child. Somewhere around her fifteenth year of life, …
At a certain point, it gets really tiring having people who have never experienced a moment of poverty pontificate about poverty and how they would deal with it. Of course as a Black woman, I get even more bugged by upper middle class white folks who appear to have the cure for what ails poor …
It seems that when I make an assumption there is always someone who will gladly point out that I am wrong, and that’s cool, I never said I know everything, how could I? That said there is a pretty good chance that if you are a regular reader of this blog or a user of …