Letter to A Black Son in America

A few months ago, I wrote a Letter to My Son, a lot of it was about how to be a healthy man, devoid of toxic masculinity, highlighting some of the most important lessons I’ve learned. Today, I write this one to him when he gets older. P.S. You can check my letters to my daughter and black women here.

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Building Castles in the Sky (Happy Father’s Day)

1997 was a great year for Parental musical gems. Similar to my post: Love Like Food for My Soul (Happy Mother’s Day), I have a similar connection to one of the greatest Father songs of all time next to Isn’t She Lovely and Dance with my Father, is Just the Two of Us by Will Smith.

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Letter to My Son

I’ve already written two letters to my daughter and one to black women but today goes to my son (that doesn’t exist). With all the extensive pressure to perform and live a certain way to society’s standards, I want to reach out to him. I want to give him some lessons I’ve never gotten about growing up.

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Letter to My Daughter (Part 2)

Today is the second post inspired from a conversation with Melinda Anderson @mdawriter and Lauren Michelle Allen @MichelleHux . Thank you again for the chance to get my thoughts out. If you want to see Part 1, click here Continue reading “Letter to My Daughter (Part 2)”

Letter to my Daughter (Part 1)

Today’s post started from a brief Twitter Conversation with Melinda Anderson @mdawriter : She definitely helped my brain get going on these ideas. And of course, thank you to the amazing Lauren Michelle Allen @MichelleHux for always being funny, thought-provoking, and warm to one of the thousands of people who follow her daily.

Part Two is up here

There is a common trope in black literature that is heartwarming but also borderline redundant: Letters from black men to their sons. While I would have liked my father to write me an instruction manual, I realize that our daughters are often neglected. So, the following is a letter to my daughter (That doesn’t exist). Continue reading “Letter to my Daughter (Part 1)”