Earlier this week, our five-year-old Resident Princess made an observation out of nowhere. “You’re dark brown Mommy.” I looked up from my reading and nodded. “Right.” “Darius is dark brown, I’m tan and and Nia’s light brown like Daddy.” “Uh-huh, but everyone here is black and that’s the important thing Layla.” It’s probably odd to… Continue reading “Light Girls,” Heavy Burdens & Personal Pain