Category Archive: Health

The truth about the hair fairy and other miracles

Sometimes I feel as if my hair doesn’t grow.

I honestly believe that going natural would change that. That using the right products. That eliminating heat. That eating clean. That I was completely capable of changing that if I just found the right combination I could unlock the secret to why it feels like my hair doesn’t grow.

People are often surprised to learn that I am growing my hair out. That I’ve been doing so since 2006. Yes, 6 years and this is how long my hair is. Not only that, this is the longest my hair has ever been.

When friends who go natural seem to grow twist outs in 6 months that rival my growth in 6 years, it doesn’t feel like my hair grows. Or when I can’t try styles shown on youtube  because I don’t have enough hair, it feels like my hair doesn’t grow.

There’s a lot of talk about good and bad hair in the black community, and while I can appreciate the argument that all hair is good hair. If I had a choice, I’d go with the hair that felt like it grew.

I admit all these negative feelings to qualify how pleased I was when I compared my last two staff portraits:

June 2008 - blown out with a blowdryer for maximum length

May 2012 - twisted, air dried, untwisted, and picked


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On his first week anniversary: our birth story

The healthy boy at his first doctor's appointment. Before he could visit the pediatrician's office, he had to be born.

1:30, 4:45, 6:00, and some variation thereof was my schedule to roll out of bed, lift my heavy belly and waddle to the bathroom to relieve surely no more a few teaspoons from my bladder.

This nightly routine was my least favorite part of pregnancy, yet every day as he grew, my bladder conversely shrank, and so began the end of my first pregnancy.

It had been a good run, though not everything went as I expected. I had to stop running sooner than I anticipated. I just couldn’t lift the weight, which was more than I expected to gain. That’s pregnant though. Expectations are met, yet many are not.

Overall, everything was great: no blood pressure or sugar problems. I was still active, walking, doing challenging yoga, and living life as much as usual as possible.

As I was past 37 weeks and the baby could come any time, we were carbing up our diet on the suggestion of our midwife to get ready for a marathon labor.

I happily stuffed my face full of baked potatoes, sweet potato and oat waffles and smoked salmon spaghetti and kingcake, so much kingcake. I honestly believe it was this commitment to life, health, and good food that allowed me to have the home birth that I wanted. This story is a celebration of good choices that led to good outcomes.

This is the story of how Ennis arrived.

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I can see your dirty pillows. Everyone will.

Getting ready to go to her high school prom in a low-cut dress, Carrie’s mother confronts her…

Margaret White: I can see your dirty pillows. Everyone will.
Carrie: Breasts, Mama. They’re called breasts, and every woman has them.

The fact that that video, a clip from the movie Carrie, is age-restricted despite featuring no nudity, no swearing, and no violence, only showing the outline of a nipple, speaks to our collective fear.

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10 things not to say to this pregnant woman

Are you seriously asking me that?

1. Are you scared?

Of what? Of the dark? Yeah a little. I never quite outgrew that. When I have to sleep alone, I totally don’t dim the lights the whole way. Oh of becoming a parent? Scared is not the word. I’m excited, but I’m aware there will be a lot of challenges and frustrations, but I expect more positives than negatives, so I’m choosing to focus on the positives. Oh, scared of labor? No, the baby has to come out. I knew this before I decided to get pregnant. Oh not of labor in general but of the pain? No, should I be? I mean does being scared and fixated on an unknown amount of pain make it better cause to me that seems like that sort of focus would make it worse.

2. Your feet!

Yes, those are my feet. Yes, they are swollen. No, they aren’t that bad. Yes, I’m ready for them not to be swollen. Let’s keep going around stating the obvious some more. My belly is round. My skin is brown. I still can sure enough get down.

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