Adiba Nelson

That man shakes me to my core. Actually, not HIM, per se, but the people who blindly follow him. The out-and-out bigots who will call me the N-word just as easily as they’d call their buddy “Bob.” The people who SWEAR they're not bigots, but support him because they believe in his promise of new jobs and deportations.

I don't love this. I don't love any part of it. I don't love the fact that a life is in my hands every moment of every day.

There wasn’t going to be any sparkle. There wasn’t going to be any new mommy magic.

Black women were branded as sexually promiscuous and immoral, which in turn was used as justification for sexual trauma/rape.

How do you go from two extremely different individuals living life separately to two extremely different individuals merging their separate lives into one loving family portrait — all while avoiding a cosmic meltdown? Very, very carefully. And with a bottle of wine… or 50.

Where did you even get that statistic from? Did you make it up?

Want to go on a carbs and wine tour of Italy? Break out the leggings and go for it. This time is yours.

"I will peer relentlessly into every cop car I pass with a young black man in it, stretching my neck to make sure that it’s not my son who’s been arrested for driving while black, walking while black, or breathing while black. I will hold my breath while listening to every news report of another black man that has been arrested, beaten, killed, and made an example of."

So, by your reasoning, it’s safe to say that we should go into areas where one group of people are thought to be terrorizing another group of people, round up the terrorizers, and get them off the streets. OK, cool. I see your proposal, and I raise you “history."

Soy Adiba Nelson, y soy Latina también!