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Word? Sheryl Underwood Calls Black Hair “Nasty”

I don’t think I need to say anything. Read on…


Best. Breastfeeding. Video. Ever.

Seriously, watch it. It’s catchy and informative!

butimnotabl0gger:

Amen! 🙏

butimnotabl0gger:

Amen! 🙏

(Source: bicken-back-bein-bool)

1000 words.

1000 words.

(Source: beyonce)

How cute is this baby’s hair!? Gonna have to tuck this one away for when Babygirl’s hair gets longer. And her little outfit is giving me life right now.

How cute is this baby’s hair!? Gonna have to tuck this one away for when Babygirl’s hair gets longer. And her little outfit is giving me life right now.

(Source: madebygrace)

As a university tutor in my hometown, a city which is roughly 40% black and 37% white, I still had students asking me, “Do they just never learn how to talk right?” I pull up a chair when this happens, “Listen up, gang.” So what do I tell them? Well, the goal is to convey that, scientifically speaking, non-standard varieties of English such as the English spoken by Rachel Jeantel and the ‘proper English’ they’ve been taught are equally communicative. I go over the differences and point out that both have a rule system that must be followed to speak convincingly.

But then, I don’t see why there should need to be that justification. So I end up trying to teach respect. If they have a student that speaks a non-standard variety of English, they need to understand that that student is therefore competent in understanding at least two versions of English: the version they speak at home and other safe environments, and the one forced upon them when listening to you. Respect that.

The alarmingly pervasive idea that standard English equates to ‘good grammar’ and non-standard English equates to ‘bad grammar’ is false and exclusionary. When it’s used in conjunction with intelligence and credibility of a young black woman, it’s reminiscent of the faulty scientific racism of “The Bell Curve.” But language shaming is currently acceptable behavior in the status quo. It is one of the last bastions of unabashed racism and classism.


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John Olstad, “Did a key witness in the Trayvon Martin case talk funny, or could we all use some education?” (via johnmayermccheese)

But also just because “standard” English is most common doesn’t mean it is best or right and I feel like its reference as “standard” here rather than “common” reinforces that idea.

(via queerandpresentdanger)

(Source: gradesky)



A Moment of Silence

“That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise.
Her bandage hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.”
— Langston Hughes, “Justice,” 1923 (via harriettumbles, via itsmemo)


Those who know me well, know that my silence following the trivialization of Trayvon Martin's murder is an unusual one, pregnant with despair and anger and helplessness. I'm having a difficult time searching for The Solution; there are no rainbows over there, my smile doesn't shine in my eyes, my heart doesn't envision a bright side. I have no words that make sense of it all, no thoughts on how we can change this country into a land that values the lives of Black children, no rallying cry to spur you to action. I can only pray that the hope I see in my child will be birthed into the world, whole, healthy, and screaming for all it's worth, forcing this country to attend to it.

B+G M Featured As One of Red Tricycle’s Favorite DC-area Blogs

Mom Kenrya spent so much time waxing poetic about the virtues of pocket diapers and why she can’t live without her baby carrier that she decided to compile her thoughts and tips into one handy eco-minded blog. She feels that being a Black mother who has worked in media for more than a decade gives her a unique perspective on the green movement and she strives to help others realize their “hippie” potential. She hopes you can pick up a couple tips to make your parenting journey easier, healthier, greener and more fun.”


Thanks, Red Tricycle!

Unexpected Treats: Non-toxic Nail Polish

While I’ve always been a throw on a dress and go kind of girl, I’ve never thought of myself as girly. I’m not huge on makeup, or heels, or pink. But I am raising a daughter who thrills at the sight of nail polish—which I never put on her, because anything that smells like that can’t be good for you. 

But I like giving her little surprises. So before we ventured to Mexico earlier this year (all my friends are getting married, nearly all at once), I went in search of a safe polish I could put on her tiny nails. After digging a bit, I found Piggy Paint. This non-toxic, eco-friendly polish is water based and free of Bisphenol A (linked to allergies and immunotoxicity), formaldehyde (cancer), phthalates (developmental and reprodcutive toxicity) and toluene (developmental and reproductive toxicity), which are all commonly used in traditional polish. It’s three main ingredients all score a zero on the Skin Deep scale: water, acrylates copolymers an melia azadirachta (neem oil).

I went with the Birthday Bash Gift Set, ordered from Amazon to take advantage of the free two-day shipping. When she went down for her nap before the wedding—after a long day at the beach—I polished her toes with the purple polish. She noticed it as soon as she woke up, and spent the next hour showing everyone. It was a hit!

It scrapes off pretty easily; don’t think your little one’s manicure will last more than a day or two, though pedis hold up a little better. I loved the teal color so much I did our fingers to match one day, but I looked a mess by day two. Oh, and it comes off with a bit of alcohol, so no need to order the Piggy Paint polish remover.

Hot As Balls



We’ve been having 100-degree days in the DMV, so this happened. Yes, Babygirl is in a sprinkler in Baltimore harbor, wearing nothing but a diaper. No, it wasn’t my idea. I packed her bathing suit, a swim diaper, and her swim shoes. But someone made me downsize the bag before we left the car. And another someone had to get in the water. This was the solution. But the fact that it wasn’t all on me didn’t stop my BFF from saying, “Your Cleveland is showing!” when I sent her this picture (no Instagram filters here, btw, there was just gorgeous light). Whatever. Let’s just blame global warming, shall we?

How do you help your little ones cool off? Show us!


I’m Kenrya Rankin Naasel, a lifestyle expert who—after much prodding from her friends—decided to share her hippie-dippie Black chick mama life.