It’s a dimly lit place, yet her gold band and crystal clear princess cut diamond sparkles and glistens. My eyes are glued to her wedding ring. As it sits perched on her pink gel manicured finger, I imagine her love story in my head.
They were college sweethearts who fell in love while preparing a presentation one night, tackling the bulk of what was supposed to be split with three more people. They became one, two months after graduating and then welcomed a little boy the following year, Matt...
The Journey to Self-Care With Amber Janae.
It’s the last few hours of my birthday. I drop my head on my pillow and think about the great friends and family who thought enough of me to text, call, or email their well wishes as I enter into another year. I also think about how the number of people I heard from today is significantly smaller than last year and the year prior. But I’m okay with it; we all know it’s about quality, not quantity.
Earlier in my process Friday nights consisted of me sitting on my bed with my eyes glued to my computer screen. I frantically searched YouTube for natural hair bloggers and their transitioning hair videos. Click play, take notes, pause, take a picture of the product they held up, play some more, pause, and practice the protective style they demonstrated. I was obsessed.
“I thought you were Black!” This is the response I sometimes get from people when they find out my parents are Panamanian. Looking down at my arm in a sarcastic manner and responding with, “Oh, I thought I was too,” is how I jokingly dismiss the statement when I am not in the mood to explain the difference between race and ethnicity.
It was a Monday night. I sat on my bed with some cookies nearby and my phone in hand ready to watch and tweet about my favorite reality shows. I was about 10 minutes into the first show of the evening when I suddenly felt annoyed and angered by what I was seeing. However, it was nothing from the norm: cursing, arguing, fighting, basically people treating each other like trash. It was the same stuff over and over.
Meet California native, Lizzy Okoro. This champagne loving, world traveler may be small in stature but is big in ambition and motivation. With the desire to provide readers with what other magazines currently lack, about four years ago Lizzy created BUNCH magazine.
I’m going “natural.” And my decision to do so doesn’t come from a place of over processed, relaxer caused-breakage. Nor does it come from a place of trying to fit in with the ever so popular and growing #Team Natural.
Xiomara Marie, better known as DJ Bembona is one of the latest female DJs to emerge in the underground music scene. Born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, DJ Bembona rocks parties by blending the sounds of her neighborhood with the sounds of her culture.
The Afro-Latina experience is one that is so specific, yet differs from country to country. One thing that remains the same is an Afro-Latina author’s ability to share her story and offer a sense of relatability for readers. The authors below have shared our stories in various ways; stories that continue to unite us, and let us know we are not alone in our struggles.
Okay, I’ll admit it. I haven’t always been a good friend. Maybe it’s because I lived in the same city from age 9 to 20, and didn’t really have to worry about meeting new people or keeping relationships going. The friends I met in elementary school grew up with me and were always there.