February is the month of Love, but for the year of 2019 thus far has been ludicrously dubbed “BLACKFACE” History Month. Between some Governors, Attorney Generals, in addition to Chief of Polices all across this country showing their past blackface photos, it has some completely forgetting about it being “Black History Month”. We have black NFL players’ outchea toasting with their non-melanated fiancés about having more light skin kids; meanwhile Floyd, Steve, and allegedly Jussie placing their proverbial feet in their mouths this month is going to be one to forget. In spite of all the ridiculous events going on I’d like to dwell in the positive, the month that I have so lovingly nicknamed “Black Love Month.”
New Year, New Me right?… its 2019, and I have entered into this year as a mother to a new bundle of joy. Ten months later and I’m responsible for another human to raise, grow, and support. While I couldn’t be happier I knew that my first birthing experience could have been better. It was during this pregnancy where I began to question myself and my last experience, then decided to make a change. People tend to see your growing belly, and decide that is the moment to tell you about their horrible birthing stories.
Ten20 is a dream I had one day in a slump of despair and anger….I know not the prettiest of beginnings but there is a story behind it. I had been back home in Dallas for some time searching for a job that would recognize my skill and -if I must say so myself- genius as a writer. However, after literally trying any and everything I could to get my work seen by the right people…I was overlooked.