My hand trembles as I comb my Afro hair with a sturdy comb my husband gave me when our daughter was born. The comb drops on the floor. I get down to pick it up. Limbs that allowed me to get down and stand up over eight decades betray me. My body folds onto the …
Month: August 2022
A Letter To My Black Friend Crumbling Under the Weight of the ‘Strong Black Woman’ Cape
And to you if you’re carrying the pervasive stereotype on your shoulders. You’re crumbling under the weight of the ‘strong black woman’ cape. Your colleagues didn’t ask you, “How are you doing?” They heard about your recent online sexual harassment. And yet. How you are sleeping at night and if you’re even sleeping at night, …