Sistah Girls, what in the name of Whitney Houston’s blessed vocals is going on with my skin-folk kinfolk in these digital streets?! Here we are trickling into the third month of 2023, and this author/reader is in utter confusion and disbelief at the discord in the...
Preserving Culture in Black Literature Happy Black History Month, Sistah Girls! Now you all know a thug loves sharing a story with you. So, grab a glass of fermented grapes, settle into your favorite reading spot, and let me tell y’all about the time that a young...
Sistah Girls, HAPPY NEW YEAR! I truly hope and pray that every goal, wish dream, and/or manifestation you all have set for yourselves for 2023 comes to fruition. Speaking of goals, you all already know that come January 1st, the majority of us will head over to...
The day that I fell in love with Black literature was the same day that I read a collection of poems by my (then) favorite rapper Tupac Shakur. The collection was called The Rose That Grew From Concrete. The specific poem that stole this Midwest Gypsy’s heart;...
Sistah Girls, if I were to ask you what books you recall being on your reading list in grade school, what type of answers could I expect? Are you all thinking of literature such as One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest or The Great Gatsby perhaps? How about Homer’s Iliad or...
Sistah Girls, it is with a heavy heart that I must borrow the words of the late Marvin Gaye and ask, “What’s going on?” Ya favorite Midwest Gypsy has been scrolling down the timelines lately and I can’t help but notice the heat boiling between some of our author baes...
For women of color to continue the conversations that we have in the nail salon, beauty parlor, church, and during our lunch breaks at work. This is a place where you can kick off your shoes and get comfortable.