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If I hear one mo’ black woman say things like: “Therapy ain’t for me,” “I’ll pray about it,” or “I’ve got a good support network already,” I swear I will snatch both our MF wigs off. Dayum!!! Look here, Black Woman YOU might need therapy. Okurrr?! It’s so good for you! Lissen, Black women carry the weight of…
Moms discuss what it feels like to have the “Baby Blues,” anxiety, Postpartum Depression, and Postpartum Psychosis.
I got an interesting request the other day. It was from a friend asking me to host a Super Bowl party for “for everyone.” Why? “Because,” she wrote, “You have a big basement. All you have to do is finish the walls, fix the lights and bar and throw a party!” Notwithstanding the fact that…
Moms from every walk of life. Struggling to stay strong, hurting from defeat, frustrated from exhaustion, you are not alone. We are bonded together all around the world, in our rain, enduring our connected pain. For the stay-at-home-moms. Dedicating your entire day to caring, teaching, cleaning up spills, and ALL other duties as assigned. When every…
Mamas, are you happy? Do you find time to stop and smell the flowers? What if I told you happiness is possible, regardless of our circumstances? Or that some of the happiest people in the world could perhaps live in the slums of India? Would it pique your interest to understand what exactly makes someone…
Having a bad day? Some bad days start as early as stubbing your toe upon getting out of bed in the morning, and continue with a domino effect of little things. Yet other days may only take one event to bring you to the realization that you are in need of a do-over. What might…
I discovered that once I was able to sit with no shirt on and not worry about how I looked, or how he latched, or how to have small talk with someone who came over to “help,” but there was really nothing for them to do… it just kind of happened. First a drop came out, and then another drop and then bam: the floodgates opened. And we got back into our groove and the milk flowed. I went from zero ounces to probably 50 ounces a day – all because I got a break in visitors.