I have found that when I rely on genuine curiosity to challenge racist ideas, humility to compliment my personal growth, and platinum empathy to model how I expect to be treated, I have a chance at reclaiming my story.
Recently, I went on a first date. I hadn’t seen anyone in several months and it was summertime. All the cute couples were out and, I'll admit, I was curious about having some masculine companionship again. I was a bit nervous about dating in Denver. I’m a young, black woman and I’m interested in white … Continue reading I’m Not Every Black Woman
Originally published on Bows, Bottles, and a Briefcase. I’ve worked on this post for a while now, and have hesitated to post it publicly. I’m not sure if I was fearful of the backlash from those who read it and disagree, or more concerned that my words may become misconstrued. While I am solely speaking … Continue reading What It’s Like as a White Woman to Love a Black Man in America