For many mature Black women, spirituality isn’t just a Sunday hat—it’s the backbone that keeps us standing tall when life throws its challenges our way. It’s the inner strength that empowers us to live our best lives, every single day.

“Call 911.” A strange sensation. A race against time. Aortic dissection. Emergency surgery. A second chance. This is my fight for heart health.

Discovering a lump during a routine self-exam while traveling for work, JoAnna’s self-awareness and immediate action proved crucial.

“We have to be doing two things ALL THE TIME,” Iris explains, reflecting on the constant balancing act of advocating for both Black rights and women’s rights simultaneously.

An ordinary day turned into an unthinkable moment. Ericka Lassiter bravely shares her soul-crushing story of sudden loss, the complexities of navigating grief, and the inspiring journey of finding strength and purpose amidst the darkness. A Heartbreaking Phone Call It began as a typical Sunday afternoon, filled with the comforting rhythms of family life. Ericka […]

Have you ever invested years of love and devotion into a relationship, only to discover a web of deceit and manipulation beneath the surface?

The Underground Railroad was more than just a network of safe houses and secret routes; it was a testament to the unwavering human spirit.

The Myers family’s experience in Levittown serves as a stark reminder of the challenges faced by African Americans during the Civil Rights Movement and the long struggle for fair housing. It also highlights the transformative power of individual courage and the enduring legacy of those who dared to dream of a better future.

Barbara’s memoir looks deep into the complexities of growing up biracial, with a Japanese mother and an African American father. These two seemingly disparate worlds shaped her sense of self in profound ways, often pulling her in opposite directions, at times creating a tug-of-war within her soul. Barbara paints a vivid picture of this internal struggle, describing herself as a ‘swan on water,’ graceful and serene on the surface, but paddling like mad beneath the waterline.

A strange feeling washed over me. It wasn’t pain, but unlike anything I’d ever felt before – like a satin sheet being waved over me. Could it be my heart?