For the past several months, my body has started to remind me of my early teen years when I was clearly entering puberty. Except that at 41, I am pretty sure this isn’t midlife puberty. Hell, depending on who I am talking to, it’s debatable whether or not I am even middle aged yet! Though …
Growing up in the 70s and 80s, I had no idea at the time how “different” my family was; in my mind we were just a normal family. Of course being Black and working class, what exactly does it even mean to be normal? My Mom spent most of my childhood being a housewife (I …
When I was a younger woman, I used to be a fan of making lists and having a plan for my life. Somehow believing that if I could reduce my life down to a neat and orderly checklist that I would stay on task and that I was actually an adult, but life often does …