Stop accepting meager efforts from people.
Omar Epps is not scary and I'm hereby offering my attorney consulting services to any filmmaker that wants them.
This is me not being surprised. In the least.
Never. Let. Up.
I miss you. I love you. 🥺
All the racist bullshit is coming back to me now...
She's getting so big!
All Black women are tragic figures, are we not?
The system isn't "broken," it's working exactly as they designed it to.
This anniversary's a hard one.
I'm not standing for y'all's anthem either.
I can't even process this. Help.
You've disappointed me, Queen.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Y'all in your feelings a bit too much.
Will it always be like this?
Just feel it.
I'm in a podcast!!!
Check out The Bereaved's third post from guest blogger Lucille Rosetti!
I probably don't have the right to have an opinion on this, but what the hell.
Check out The Bereaved's second guest post from Lucille Rosetti!!
It's not our job to entertain you.
So many questions swirling around in my head...
Cake doesn't make everything better.
Two years down, countless to go.
Grief is easier, but not over, two years in.
Plenty of Fish ain't it.
Was Afua Hirsch subjecting herself to this abuse worth it?
Tomorrow isn't a happy day for everyone.
I am livid and disgusted.
I haven't quite left Neverland yet, but I've packed my bags.
My new normal blows.
It's not right, but it's OK. I'm gonna make it anyway.
Tried online dating for the millionth time, wanna hear about it?
Everything exhausts me now. Literally everything.
As Ira Madison III would say, "Keep it."
Hey Lover, this is more than a crush.
I haven't gotten over all of the hurdles yet.
I'm really bothered by this episode.
Go vote today if you haven't already!!
I'M. FED. UP.
I always wanted to be in the paper.
It usually isn't.
This is a post from The Bereaved's first guest blogger!
"The hunt has evolved," huh? I wish this movie had. Trevante Rhodes and Sterling K. Brown deserve better than this.
You're probably one of the people who owes me an apology.
It was a hell of a Labor Day weekend.
Mara Brock Akil should be ashamed of herself.