Muffy Mendoza started Brown Mamas 9 years ago to find and give the support she needed as a young mother suffering from postpartum depression. Now she wants so much more for Black women across America. Her organization of more than 5,000 women in Pittsburgh is poised to deliver results through new levels of interaction and a growing national presence.
My multiple identities as a deaf, black mom allow me to connect on a different level
Those who don’t know me may see me merely as an intersection of many identities — a deaf, black woman. Each one of those identities on their own would commonly put me into the marginalized category. But as a mom to 10-year-old Aaron and 5-year-old Manny, I can’t rest on these statistics.
Being a ‘momtrepreneur’ is a lot to juggle. But my sons and I made a pact to take the journey together.
I’m juggling a lot: My own business. My three boys and what seems like all-day potty talk. Economic adversity. And recovery from cervical cancer. I consider myself a momtrepreneur. I’m a woman who is raising children while building a healthy vending machine company from scratch.
The police officers behind the senseless killings of black men nationwide are not only bad examples, they’re dream killers
Compelling personal stories told by the people living them. Editor’s Note: As journalists, we spend a lot of time talking with officials and community members and distilling it into stories that explore important issues of our time. But we realize that sometimes it is just more powerful to hear it straight from the source. This […]
For us, homeschooling is the only option because of America’s incompetency in educating Black children
I don’t like homeschooling my three sons. There, I said it. I’m not a Pinterest mom. I’m not a mom who enjoys crafting and making goo out of borax and food coloring. I didn’t homeschool my three Black sons because I wanted to do it. I decided to do it because I was afraid. I was very afraid.
Conversations black parents are forced to have. Here’s my list.
Throughout my adult life, I’ve heard on more occasions than I care to count that, as a black mother, I’ll inevitably arrive at the need for various conversations with my children that white parents will never be required to have with theirs.