Sometimes I think people get nostalgic for a time when being colorblind was seen as progress. But we as a country don’t have the luxury of being colorblind. That’s because we never were.
I will let you in on a secret: I usually love Black Friday. But this year is different. That magical, buzzy feeling that used to come with finding deals is nowhere to be found.
As I work to deepen my self-care practice, I’m thinking beyond scented candles, warm tea, and getaways – all of which I love. I’m also thinking about my friends.
One of the best gifts my mother gave me was going on a getaway. I was a junior or senior in high school when she cut off her nearly waist-length locs, fluffed her fro, and packed her bags. She waved goodbye to me and my father and took off in a plane to South Africa. It was the first time I had seen her go on a trip by herself that wasn’t to visit family or travel for work. I decided to take note.
Every holiday season, I get the urge to gift myself an ancestry test for Christmas. But every year, I talk myself out of it. I’m afraid of what the test won’t tell me.