Dear Readers, I’ve been blogging at Redbone Afropuff & Black GRITS since 2009. It’s been a great run, but as…
A podcast featuring a 30-something black woman and her dad, talking about life. Click here to listen. (I hadn’t actually made…
Since I see no reason to add to the thousands of think pieces EBONY magazine’s November cover story, “Cosby vs. Cliff,â€Â undoubtedly…
“There are all boys at Stephanie’s (invented name) house, so you can’t turn up like you do here. You have…
Blogger’s note: This post was originally published in the Courier-Journal on Sept. 28, 2014 and edited by Pam Platt. For the…
Finally felt that affinity with other African people when I was in Tobago. I looked out into the salt water…
I’m a little late on looking back, but I wrote 67 posts in 2013. Here’s my top 10 list of…
Yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner—or whatever you might call the meal you eat at 3:00 p.m.—surprised me. First, the food was amazing….
What makes me a feminist? I’ve been thinking about this question since my feminism history class last night. We were…
Am I a “Southerner?” Yesterday’s Talk of the Nation made me want to say, “Yes!†I was in the car…
As a child, my weekend breakfast menu was consistent: Aunt Jemimah buttermilk pancakes—with whole milk and margarine in the batter,…
If the Mayans are right*, and the world does end on Dec. 21, 2012—does anyone else wonder if the…
Many women have felt sorry for me over the years because I have no sisters. (No brothers either, FYI, but…
Sometimes I read posts written as responses to something unusual and esoteric written online and wonder how the respondent found…
One day at the grade school That had been ordered To desegregate only, Virginia saw the red clutch bag On…
I’ve grown up attending wakes and funerals for people of my grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ generations. At these sad memorials…
Like the fun but uneventful classroom parties of my elementary school years, most of the Valentine’s Days in my adult life blur together in one unmemorable picture. All except for one.
I’ve invited others to share their stories about their own families, and here is the first guest blogger to take me up on it.
Domestic work in Louisville at $8 a week was my great-grandmother’s Broadway. God told her to go, and she went.
Our collective national history is nothing without the experiences of individuals, and our people are willing to share their stories. RedboneAfropuff.com asks you to listen for those stories and to share them here.
Providing dollars for the family isn’t a father’s only responsibility. A girl with no father figure in her life will come in contact with plenty of men who value her talents over her sexuality, but hearing it at home first inspires a certain level of confidence in a girl that will continue throughout her life.
A father’s role – part one
On Mothers’ Day, I went to my grandmother’s house and forgot to eat. How did I go to grandma’s house and FORGET to eat physical food? I nibbled on some food for my soul instead.