7 Ways to Regain Your Strength

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“Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands.” –Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions In the summer evening’s stillness, I sat in the darkness off my studio apartment. I mustered up enough strength to typed a message: Please tell my son that I loved him. Then, I searched. It took twenty minutes to find the right objects. I settled on my cold bathroom floor with a…

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The Shocking Truth About Black Women in Politics

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As Black women hold significant spending and political influence today, we remain under-represented in key leadership positions in corporate and political organizations. According to a report released in June 2014 entitled, Status of Black Women in American Politics, we drive spending of 85 cents to every dollar in the Black community;  we are 58.6% of the voters in Black communities. However, we aren’t leading and shaping the discourse in these areas. Share on Tumblr

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Who You Be? How Black Women Can Live Authentically

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Featured on ForHarriet.com I’ve always had a secure understanding of who I am. As a young Black girl navigating White affluent academic environments, I proudly announced my South Bronx origins. When I began to speak out for students of color in high school, I embraced being affectionately labeled, The Loud Black Girl. As I grew into my womanhood, I advised my girlfriends on how to express their emotional and physical desires to their mates. Not once did I view my varied ways of being as problematic until I desired to focus on my professional development. Share on Tumblr

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The Major Reason You are Stuck: 4 Ways to Break Free

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It was my fifth day lying in bed, my worse bout of depression yet. The movie reel of my life’s woes played on repeat. I transported back to my childhood experiences with a drug-addicted mother; I relived the pain of failed relationships. One horrible memory played after the other. As I wallowed in my self-pity, a clear and crisp voice said, “Get up, you are not a victim.” Share on Tumblr

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