A day of gratitude

This year is the first year, possibly since I've been a blogger, that I didn't write a Mother's Day post.  I had every intention of doing one.  I woke up, wrote two different drafts.  My friend Mo sent me Read more

Diversification of Bonds

The year is 1981.  My four year-old self had just watched Superman kick Zod's entire ass and it was glorious.  In 1981, Superman was THE superhero movie to see.  It had action, conflict and even romance.  The Christopher Reeve Read more

Ooh, Child...

Yall. I cried for Alfre Woodard dyin. I cried for Delroy Lindo as a single dad. I cried for little black girls who have to grow up too fast. - @MeLaMachinko Crooklyn was a movie that I loved from the first time Read more

Action Mel

Today is one of those days that I don't feel like being the life of the party or having a clever quip.  I don't want to be the unstoppable force of nature that I am 95% of the time. Read more

There comes a time in every man's life

"I think I want to live with my dad." I always knew that the day would come where he would need more than I could give him as a mother and a mentor.  I'm glad it happened before he was Read more

Health & Wellness

About a Girl

I know a girl who shares my face; in my opinion, a more beautiful version of my face.  When she was young, she had these wide searching eyes, and would snuggle up to me in the most endearing way. Even as a kid, she was one of the most hilarious people I knew.  She would also go through these incredible bouts of sadness.  She would bang her head on the wall, and perpetually had black and blue marks on her forehead.  Barely able to talk, she learned to articulate her problem, “I’m ‘pressed.”  She first spoke of contemplating suicide at 10.  When her parents were notified, they turned to church.  When you’re black and southern, you don’t get therapy.  You get Jesus.

At 22, when her suicidal ideation became too real, she sought help.  At 22, she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder II.

I love this girl like she is my own child.  I do what I can to make sure she is focused on her own wellness, and let her know how worthy and necessary she is in our lives.  I applaud her bravery in seeking and sticking with her treatment.  If she were gone, our unit would be incomplete.  She is bright, hardworking and driven.  I love that girl who shares my face.

We all have reasons that we support good causes.  My love for this girl and her face is my reason for supporting The Siwe Project, a mental health non-profit organization headed by my favorite poet and mental health advocate, Bassey Ikpi, tonight at Tabaq Bistro at 9 pm.  For any of you in the DC area, I would love for you to join and show your support.  A small $10 donation is requested.

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