Since the COVID Quarantine, Zoom, Marco Polo, Skype, and messenger have become very routine in our home. I wonder, "How old will I be when cell phones become obsolete and virtual communication is the standard way people connect?" I’m not ready for the virtual shift, but I believe that my 3-year-old son and his generation... Continue Reading →
I don’t know how many people will understand me when I say this , but a ponytail is not just a ponytail, a bang is not just a bang, and a haircut is not just a haircut in some parts of the African-American community. Cornrows by Camille Yarbrough illustrated by Carole Byard speaks to the fact that cornrows are more than just a hairstyle.
Photo by Flo Maderebner on Pexels.com Growing up, I was an undeniably, awkward child. I was overweight, wore wide rim glasses; and contained a mouth full of braces. I was terribly shy and when I was around people, I didn’t understand myself enough to be myself. I was dreadfully teased. At that time, there was... Continue Reading →