Okay, so it’s not official or anything, but its happening. A friend of mine just asked why I’m involved in so many things and why can’t I focus on just one. I likened it to my motherhood. I have more than one baby and I feel I have to spread my love and attention around to ensure I embrace the whole family…all the time…
Tanya Cromartie-Twaddle
Between Mothers & Daughters: The Dreaded TALK
My Momma had four daughters and two sons to raise. I can understand the need for what she called nerve pills and times she spent whole days in bed, daring us to come to her room. But perhaps the hardest time for her was when we got our periods. That so misunderstood and feared red business. I don’t remember the “talk” like you see on TV. You know…the loving mom sitting on the corner of her daughter’s bed sharing in a gentle voice the facts about the birds and the bees and how to use a tampon…a loving hug as the camera fades.
Critical Vote: Will It Come Down to Black vs. White?
I caught the March 16 protest of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel by Pratt supporters on the news recently. Many African American faces, a couple white. Polarizing. A phone call from a concerned friend: “Girl, how many white faces did you count?”
Sisterhood and Community Healing
What a cold and distant place a woman must descend to in order to watch her own flesh and blood baby waste away. Recent news stories about two sisters accused of neglect and murder crippled me emotionally. How could they keep their dire circumstances hidden, and did they have anyone in their lives to save them from themselves…to save the children from them?
A grandmother? An Auntie? A sister-friend? Anyone?
Telling Our Stories
by Tanya Cromartie-Twaddle
Black History Month. This is the month set aside for the appreciation of African American Heritage.
For me, it is the most complicated time of the year when it comes to my VIEWS. I am reflective, angry, proud, disappointed, appreciative, suspicious, sensitive, all at once.
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