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  I’m in my first semester of college – eleven hours away from home – and also a former basketball player and multi-sport athlete. Throughout every phase in my life, I can never seem to abandon the “basketball player” in me. I find myself looking for (and fangirling over) Black women succeeding (and ABSOLUTELY killing...
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In this world, our current world, male dominated, white supremacist structures are working to return women to the bondage that legal powerlessness brings. Nowhere is this clearer than in the fight for reproductive justice...In the care of a whole womxn, the goal must be access to reproductive justice, which encompasses access to abortion as well...
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I’ll always remember the afternoon of Sunday, November 15, 2020. That’s the last “normal” conversation that I had with mama. As usual, she was asking when I was goin’ to get me a husband and have her some grandbabies. “One day, mama. One day.” That was always my response to her. That was back when...
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“What I can offer every Black woman is empathy. Just because I don’t f*ck with you, just because you can’t come to my party and I’m not trying to go to your party, and I’m not buying your books, and I’m not liking your Instagram pictures— just because that is the case does not mean...
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I have never been financially independent. Every bit of what you see has been given to me or provided by someone else. More specifically, there is nothing I have a man has not given to me. I ooze privilege. White. Blonde curls (that I straighten). Designer clothes. New car. Bouncy disposition. I am the women...
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If your life is anything like many of us who work at The Lighthouse, whenever your phone buzzes lately, it’s one of a few things: someone looking to start a conversation with “WYD?,” a question about work, (despite the fact you have some intra-office communication medium, like Microsoft Teams), or the “Do you have time...
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We sat in a square, not a circle. There was grey patio furniture with black pillows that’d been repurposed as a sectional, accent chairs reupholstered in a dark floral pattern I wasn’t sure I liked, and a large, grey ottoman with tufts and peg legs that stood in the middle. There were also two black...
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This article contains reflections related to child abuse that may be uncomfortable or triggering for survivors and some others. Years ago, I began writing a poem about one of the languages my mother spoke. It began, “Pain is my mother’s tongue, but I speak it fluently.” I thought the line was dope. I did my,...
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