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.
After having a tough yesterday and really feeling defeated. I talked to some loved ones that helped me grasp staying sane until it’s my time to give back. To combat the negativity we constantly see in news, I decided to occasionally look for positive stories and share them with you all.
Today’s Good News: The Baby Box
I never thought I needed to write a post like this but I talked to two young men today that have been wrecked by poor decisions on their parents behalf. Continue reading “Don’t walk in their footsteps, Be better.”
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)”