Celebrating Three Blues Queens
Musical royalty, they were all late 19th Century contemporaries who staked out their legendary portraits: the First Lady of Blues Mammie Smith, the Mother of Blues Ma Rainey, the Empress of Blues Bessie Smith.
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A Mother’s Child – Lasting Gifts of Wit and Wisdom
We all are someone’s child. Maybe she’s called Mommy, Auntie, Nanna or Big Momma, but we carry her light and love in our hearts, whether she’s here or has joined the ancestors.
9 Phenomenal Black Women Share Mothers’ Life Lessons
We asked nine Black women leaders to reflect on lessons learned from their mothers and the influence that shaped the stand-out women they are today.
A Decade Later: the Flint Water Crisis Continues
In a twisted irony, April Earth Day celebrations coincide with the 10th anniversary of the Flint Water Crisis. A decade later, we caught up with former Flint Mayor Karen Weaver.
Caring for the Ancestors’ Land
Bevelyn Afor Ukah believes gardening, art and activism are spiritual practices that people can use to heal themselves and create a better world.
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.
Embracing Love: A Mother-Daughter Blueprint
From mundane moments to life’s greatest milestones, my affirmations for my daughter, Sasha, are an enduring prayer for her well-being.
Joy is Our Birthright
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 E. Butler, Mother of Afrofuturism Envisions the Blueprint for Change
Octavia Butler’s science fiction works gave her the chance to comment on every aspect of humanity.
Confronting Our Silent Killers
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.