My son (loudly) in the background when I took a call tonight after 7 pm:
“Do these people know you have a child?”
And that’s why he gets to live here for free.
I think a lot about how many kids get called “bad” because they’re intelligent enough not to conform or comply to things that don’t make sense to them.
I’m not the friend you have to apologize to for texting back late.
I wasn’t waiting. Not even to be cold.
I just expect people to show up when they are fully able and not a moment sooner.
You should definitely expect that from me.
A visitor at a North Carolina amusement park spotted a large crack on a roller coaster's pillar on Friday. The ride, which was billed as one of the tallest of its kind, has now been closed as crews make repairs.
I just want to thank Meghan Markle for saying she's not OK instead of some fluffy PR response. The idea that women can do it all, mothers are superheroes and parenthood is obvious are hurtful, ignorant and damaging to women.
We're not OK. Millennial parenthood is fucking hard.
The first person who can figure out how to build a
1) daycare
2) remote co-working space
3) coffee shop
into a single building with a subscription... will become a billionaire in 2024.
So idk what this show is but this woman took in her sister’s 7 children on top of her own 4 when she was arrested to save them from foster care.
That’s a human with an enormous heart and she deserves a partner who understands the assignment.
don’t guilt people for not checking in on every friend who may or may not be depressed. be a friend, be the best one you can be. suicide is not simple, it can’t be broken down in a tweet or solved by a lunch date.
just be a friend to others and be a friend to yourself.
Successful marriages can end in divorce. It’s ok to say, “this isn’t working” and part ways in tact.
We have to detach from the idea that staying together is the only relationship outcome that matters.
I am no longer dating. Dating feels archaic and systematic and exhausting.
I’m simply seeking pleasure, accepting it when and how it shows up and releasing my attachment to the outcome.
When I say, “I’m available next week” - I mean as of NOW, I’m available next week.
If instead of confirming a day and time, you wait until next week to see if I’m around, I won’t be.
Am I over-adulting or is that a pretty normal standard?
I watched my mom change her entire life outlook at the age of 60. She went to therapy, healed lifelong wounds, sold her house, and moved out of the only state she’s known to create the life she wants.
No one in this world inspires me more than my own mother.
I think social media is training our minds to accept a short list of acceptable narratives when in reality we each carry our own individual narratives as specific as a fingerprint.
You. Have. Never. Met. Me. Before.
I want to say this specifically to Black women creatives:
Stop hiding.
Stop saying "we" when it's really you.
Stop leaving off your last name.
Stop thinking what you do is not enough.
If there are things you aspire to create, create them.
Be loud about it.
Btw for anyone worried about losing track of Black writers on Twitter when the algorithm goes to hell, here is a list of some I’ve kept and added to over the years.
Comment if you’re not on it and want to be.
Today was my last day at my full-time job. I resigned to focus on my mental health, my family and my creative ambitions for a while.
It’s a big scary decision, and I’m thrilled to be able to make it.
Onward. 🌱
I'm writing an article about the value and importance of the 'rich auntie' in Black families.
I would love to know how your aunt (rich or not) impacted your life growing up OR, as a parent, how a dope auntie is showing up for your kids.
Drop your thoughts in the comments.
Me waiting until I have three minutes before the call starts to pee, get water, find my charger and look for the zoom link.
I’ll stop when this approach fails.
You did the best you could with what you had at the time.
I don’t think we grow from our choices when we shroud them in guilt or shame.
Love the version of you that did their best. Grow from that place of self-love and acceptance.
She did this multiple times. This could have been a deserving Black journalist interviewing Issa. Instead they chose an exec with no clue who this legendary queen is or who the audience was.
She deserved the roast imo.
@JessicaValenti
@LEBassett
I used to age myself down on purpose when men tried to talk to me. Once I said I was ten and he replied, “well you look old enough.”
Best thing to do is keep headphones in and pretend you can’t hear. Anything else potentially invites more danger. I hate this for all of us.
I do not need Black women to be nice. I need Black women to be free. I do not need Black women to be nice. I need Black women to be free. I do not need Black women to be nice. I need Black women to be free. I do not need Black women to be nice. I need Black women to be free.
*clears throat*
I prefer to say “congrats” when people divorce.
Plenty of people who divorce are ending cycles of abuse, and that’s nothing to be “sorry” about.
Normalize ending relationships when they need to end. And divorce gift registry.
So.... there’s a billboard in Oakland with my face and words on it and your girl is choked up.
Gigantic thanks to the incredible God-is Rivera (
@grivi
)and the team at
@twitter
for the amazing work they do amplifying Black voices.
Look Gram, I’m on a billboard!🙋🏽♀️
Idk how else to say this but I would like straight men to stop signing up to be grocery store shoppers on Instacart.
Apologies if that offends anyone. I must live in my truth.
Yea so when are we going to actually talk about the incredible ignorance that goes into categorizing a $2300+ studio as “affordable” in a city where the medium income is $60k?
@vikkie
That part.
And also marriage ends for lots of reasons - infedelity, death, incarceration, changed life goals, evolving sexually, severe illness/injury…
I can sense when someone is giving me love they haven’t given to themselves first.
It feels differently. Like it missed a step.
I need me a well-seasoned, well-digested love. The kind that has stewed a bit and fed you first.