Adiba Nelson

Black women have endured the unfathomable. We’ve watched our leaders be assassinated, and our hopes go with them. We’ve watched the nation’s leaders be assassinated, and watched our hopes float away with them too. We’ve buried our 5-year-old daughters after they were bombed to death in church, our 12-year-old sons who were playing in the park, and our 29-year-old daughters who were stopped for simple traffic violations.

They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.

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

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

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.

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.

Dark brown girls should never ever ever ever EVER wear frosty pink lipstick. EVER. I don’t give a rat’s ASS what Cosmo says - just NO.

A: No one is perfect, B: Perceived perfection is a LIE, and C: THEY’RE CHILDREN FOR FUCK SAKE!

Then we had that talk that made my eye twitch: the budget talk.