
Herstory is Our Story!
Let’s lift up our narrative and shine light on our history and celebrate the deeds of women warriors—herstory—past and present.
Let’s lift up our narrative and shine light on our history and celebrate the deeds of women warriors—herstory—past and present.
From mundane moments to life’s greatest milestones, my affirmations for my daughter, Sasha, are an enduring prayer for her well-being.
Tracey Michae'l Lewis-Giggetts, creator of more than a dozen books including essays, children’s books and collaborations, boldly affirms the concept in Black Joy: Stories of Resistance, Resilience and Restoration – a collection of 36 essays, birthed from her grief and trauma. Resistance, resilience and restoration are baked into our ancestral DNA. Those themes define and…
Octavia Butler’s science fiction works gave her the chance to comment on every aspect of humanity.
T’is the season when caroling and holiday greetings are familiar refrains, sounding memories of yesterday. Beyond merry greetings, we welcome the rhythms and sensibilities of poetry to evoke passion and convey appreciation for the season, the future and the moment. Words that rhyme or not, they make a joyful noise to hopeful aspirations. Join us…
Mary-Pat Hector, CEO of student and youth activist organization RISE says we must “raise our voices for ownership of our civic life.”
By Gwen McKinney With pleasure and passion, Salandra Benton could easily claim the status as Florida’s MVP Queen for Maximizing Voter Participation. She breathes civic engagement. And if you know her and live in the state, it's highly unlikely that you are not on the Florida voter rolls. The Philadelphia native relocated to Ft. Lauderdale…
by Venicia Gray | National Partnership for Women & Families As Elder Millennials (fabulous individuals born in the 1980s) are wont to do, I often find myself scrolling through my phone after my toddler has gone to bed. This act of delaying sleep to focus on things missed throughout the day, like free time, is…
Meet our silent killers. They lurk. They creep. Like assailants in the dark, they can quickly swoop down and consume us in a deadly clutch. They are sinister and sometimes strike without warning. For Black women, they exact incalculable harm to our bodies, our families and our life chances.
By Gwen McKinney The sinister 3-D contraption pinched and compressed my breast between two cold, plastic paddles. Part torture chamber, part lifesaver, this diagnostic mammography would deliver the dreaded message: Ductal Carcinoma In Situ (DCIS). It was early stage DCIS contained in my right breast and classified as “Stage 0.” Nonetheless, an ant farm of…