The last thing I want to say is that life doesn't end after divorce, it changes radically, though. You change. Your preferences changes. What you won't and will allow will change. #MommyFab
If I reach one person that will unpack their Anti-Blackness, then that's a start. I will have paid rent for a place on the internet. #MommyFab
We want to exist without being exposed to racial ignorance and hate. I am tired of the shit. Leave us the f*** alone. #MommyFab
I decided to write my younger self and older self some love letters. #MommyFab
I try and filter out the bullshit by trying to find credible news sources, but who can I trust at this point. Who is telling the truth? #MommyFab
I'm just wondering why people seek perfection in rearing a human being when we know perfection is a hustle and it doesn't exist. Perfection is by far one of the antithesis of humanism, is it not?
Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 81 years old. I miss him a lot. Especially since I’ve become a parent, divorced, and life has not turned out the way I pictured it. However, in my darkest times I hear his voice. “Keep Going. You got this. You can do this.” My Dad was my cheerleader. He was the person who I could bounce ideas around with even if they sounded crazy. My Dad was my first hero. Rest in Power Dad. I love you and I miss you. xoxoxo
I think my Dad ruined me because he demonstrated to me at an early age that people who love you are suppose to believe in you and champion you. He didn’t sing my praises to over exalt me, but he always told me when I did something clever. He scolded me when I acted an ass, but he always talked to me about the way the world worked and how I needed to navigate it to be successful.
My father dropped out of high school in the 9th grade. Yet, it is him who taught me about life, about self-esteem, about working hard, about being a good parent, about how the world would attempt to f*** me over continuously because I was an intelligent, strong, independent Black woman and how I would be unloved for most of my days. He was a high school dropout – yet he saw far…
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I refused to rush today. #MommyFab
Redlining: an act of racism and evil against Black Americans.
I'm a Mom. I get depressed. I love cheese. Large breakfast plates excite me. I ponder my existence in the aisles of Home Depot.