the day i found out i was black

Last year, I subscribed to Baby Center's updates and allowed their app to send weekly notices of my child's progress. While I find ...

A year ago, the thought of going to the grocery store or even out of our apartment with a baby strapped to me was frightening. I had more t...

Along with Motherhood comes the toys and gadgets of your children. One of my daughter's books really put things in perspective for me.....

I'm a playwright - 6 years ago I would have called myself a director...and maybe a poet... In fact, this blog could stand as an ode to B...

I received an email this morning with the letter below and find it appropriate to discuss / post here. I do not agree with Blackface and cer...

If you knew me way back when - you may not recognize me now. Some days I feel like Martha Stewart: baking, taking care of our daughter, ke...

We've spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on degrees that are packed in boxes we rarely unpack in between the annual apartment moves....

I was remiss in not mentioning the start of Black History Month in Friday's "Oreo" post. One might think that with a blog ent...

Happy Friday! In honor of the end of the work week, let's keep it light... with a poem.... This poem is from "The Day I Found Out I...

Gabby Douglas made me think a lot this summer... I wrote this right before the Olympics wrapped... I suppose I finally have the guts to post...

I have wanted to actually publish this blog for months now... as you can see by my "Coming Soon" post from September... oops So n...

I'm still working... almost there! In the meantime, follow me on twitter: @garliacornelia Best, Garlia