Aja Barber

When I help people clean out their wardrobes, the items I come across that hang in the back closet never seeing the light of day are usually pieces purchased in a frenzy — out of necessity instead of joy.

Welcome to #RavsWriters, an opportunity for you to get to know some of the outstanding human beings who fervently type to make Ravishly the aw

Recently I went through another round of unfriending on Facebook. It keeps things tidy, the arguments thoughtful and my head from exploding. This time around I just got rid of any white person that felt passionate about "certain political topics," but wasn't showing up for people of color, as we watch the meteoric rise of fascism in America and police violence. I’m not obligated to educate anyone for free, especially if they don’t appear to be absorbing what I’m saying or having the tough conversations on their wall with their peers.

There are so few people in this world who can bring very many strong, stoic people to their knees in the hour of death.

If gentrification bothers you, the first thing you have to ask yourself is “Am I part of the problem?” The world is better when it’s more diverse

Aja Barber gives us her first-hand account of the Women's March — the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Hiiiiii people! These issues aren’t going away. And neither am I. So scroll on by if it bothers you.

The entertainment industry allows abuse to flourish and allows abusers to hide behind fancy titles and big credits.

Can women have it all? Just kidding! I hate that question!

“I love my husband President Barack Obama and our children, Sasha and Malia,” ”