There is no right or wrong way to be Black: A Love Letter.
Hi there. I’m Monzi. Welcome back to my constant conundrum as a Black Christian in America
Ya’ll, it’s time for a chat about Christmas, my grandma… and Peabo Bryson.
Some thoughts on what’s going on in Charlottesville…….and WalMart. #classic.
While I didn’t grow up with a dad, the Lord has given me glimpses. Here are some of the moments.
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… I made some toxic relationships. #yikes!
Sometimes I think I’m a Olivia Pope. If you don’t know who Olivia Pope is… good for you. #gladiatorsdisengage.
We are in the last seconds, of the last minutes, of the last hours, of the last moments of….ELECTION SEASON!!
So, last night I was the victim of a racist Facebook comment …I think.
ITS A BIRD!!! ITS A PLANE?! No, silly. ITS IMANI’S BLOOOGGG
As I made my way to their kitchen, I realized this was my first moment with racism and it was going to be burned in my memory forever. I was a deep 6 year old. What can I say?
WE’RE GOING BACK TO THE FUTURE! GREAT SCOTT!