All posts filed under: Healing

Single or Paired-off: It’s Time to Get Engaged

By Joshunda Sanders ***** This Valentine’s Day, I’m thrilled to host my first guest writer, Joshunda Sanders. Her blog regularly takes my breath away, inspiring me to delve deeper into the love and pain in my writing. She has worked as a  journalist at the Houston Chronicle, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and the San Francisco Chronicle, in addition to publishing articles at Bitch Magazine, VIBE Magazine, and many others. You can currently find her teaching in the Journalism Department at the University of Texas. I dare you not to lose/find yourself in this post. ***** In my twenties, I lived on the West Coast. Around the year I turned 25, I was living in California, land of the free, home of the hippies. The Bay Area Joan Didion made come alive for me was not the post-dot com environment that I slurped soup in. But what I loved about it was that I could just do whatever I wanted. I could work out with a group of other single people on steps overlooking Lake Merritt down the street …

Why I’m Blogging Like a Crazy Person

by Katina Hubbard This is not a blog about women. We will work our butts off so that our daughters’ daughters will live in a world where they are worth the same amount of money as their male counterparts in the workplace. Where the terms ‘sexy,’ ‘pretty,’ and ‘beautiful’ mean something uniquely true for every woman instead of a fake and unattainable societal standard. A world where our daughters can’t believe how old-fashioned it was to have never had a female president. But as soon as we get there, won’t we have to turn around and do the same thing for men? To pick up the pieces of our sons who’ve been told that they have to be strong all the time and that they’re worthless if they can’t provide a luxurious lifestyle for their family? For our sons who’ve been told that their brains are more important than their feelings, and have learned to shut them off? For our sons at a loss because their anger makes them violent, their sadness makes them cry, …