We have a few house rules in Casa de Mocha y El Cuban. One of them is that when I leave the house to get my hair done (cut, color, deep conditioning, etc…) it is required that The Cuban comment on it with a “Nice hair” or a “You look pretty” or even a “That [...]
*Disclaimer: Somehow I am going to manage a post that combines race and blogging and pop culture (admittedly, from the 80s) and some experiences about being black. I will probably not master all of those things and this will be a little uncomfortable. Trust me when I say that this isn’t an easy place to [...]
It’s not like me to shy away from controversy so every night this past week I have had a discussion with my family about Park 51. There have been points made and arguments discussed. I could link to them, but I won’t. But I’m reading a lot. It’s already all been said so far. Today, [...]
There’s just no way right now to sum up all the things that I experienced yesterday when reading the phenomenal comments left by readers on my post “I’m Black Irish and I’m Proud” because, well, it is just too much at the moment. The comments sticking out to me are the ones where readers just [...]
Yesterday I came into contact with a racist. A table full of them to be exact. My contact with them could have gone much better on my part. But I’m cynical about this sort of stuff having grown up light-skinned enough to “pass”. I come by that honestly. Now, my father, on the other hand, [...]
It wasn’t a question I anticipated. In truth, I don’t suppose that I’d ever really hear it. The emphasis being on the word “I”. I never thought that I, Kelly, would ever hear this question. Not because it’s a stupid question and yes, there are stupid questions. There are also ignorant questions. There are ridiculous [...]
How can anyone who hasn’t seen the sun in days stop themselves from feeling blue? Or gray? Or from hurting the nearest kitten that comes close to their yard? I do not know. But it has made me Super Cranky which is like Super Superior but angrier and with clenched fists. It’s making me engage [...]
It’s official. I have been betrayed by milk. In all it’s delicious, creamy two percent-y goodness, it has gone against my body like a cereal killer. So I’m trying some new things. And I’m not happy about it one bit. The more I’m coming to realize that I can no longer drink milk or eat [...]
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