Dating, Children, And Black Culture.

The latest entry in Gawker’s series on interracial dating is the most interesting one, as it grapples clearly with one facet of interracial dating: Family. And specifically, starting a new one. [...]

How We Reclaim What Alzheimer’s Robs.

You, lower left, taking one of many family pictures on the front porch. Clockwise from you: cousin Stephanie, your daughter, my Aunt Melita and Aunt Lorraine. You loved a good brooch and that particular shade of blue-green.

(x-posted from stacialbrown.com)

2128 Leahy Street, Muskegon, MI.

This is what I remember: a white [...]

When Bride and Groom Don’t ‘Match,’ Maybe Our Names Should?

“And just who are we related to?” the dog-walking stranger said, her eyes on the blond, blue-eyed 5-year-old in the pair, but her query very much meant for the brown woman – that is, me. I returned her cutesy tone, explaining that my playmate was my fiancé’s niece, and weren’t we having fun outside?

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The Boy Is Mine.

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“What do we have here?” the first one said in that high-pitched ‘it’s a baby!!!’ voice. “Is he yours?” [...]

Missing My Baby: On Returning to Work.

I cried as I kissed Xavi goodbye and left him with Lupe, the babysitter. I cried as I shut the door behind me and walked the ten steps to my car. I cried as I drove to work on auto-pilot after so many years of driving and running the same route. [...]

A Slice for My Toddler, a Reality Check for Me

Treating our hungry toddler to his favorite meal during a four-hour car ride seemed a pretty easy task: Any decent small town off the Saw Mill Parkway had to have a pizza joint, right? So it was that we found ourselves at a spare storefront restaurant in Mount Kisco a few weeks ago.

It was [...]

Your Random-Ass Roundup: Hip Hop is Dead?

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Quite a start to the week: Ladies Love Cool James, Rozay and Fat Joe. Sincere didn’t go to #thecountryofAfrica for us to suffer through Mondays like that one. [...]

Father’s Day: The Meeting.

We pass each other and he doesn’t recognize me. It’s been over a decade since I’ve spoken to my father and much longer since I’ve actually seen him. I used to joke to myself that I wouldn’t recognize him if I passed him on the street. But I do and the jolt of recognition–the [...]