Late last month/year a few friends invited me to take part in a maternity photo shoot. I’m really, really happy with how the photos turned out – but of course it wasn’t hard with such a gorgeous and photogenic model! Congrats Jenny and Jay-R on the birth of their first son Brody!
Here are a few of my favorite shots:
I made new friends and even more new enemies – but I wouldn’t change a thing because it just served to strengthen more important relationships and helped me focus more on those positive and supportive friendships at the end of the day.
Best friends foreverrrrr <3
Coco bean and my fav ladies! I’m so thankful to have found these amazing women <3
Originally posted on The Colored Fountain:
In honor of the #stopblamingwhitewomenweneedunity hashtag (started via this Huffington Post article penned by the delightfully clueless Adele Wilde-Blavatsky) I’ve decided to put together a top ten honoring the many interesting methods white feminists employed this year to promote unity between themselves and feminists of color.
From refusing to defend feminists of color against attacks from the patriarchy (or from other white feminists for that matter), to deriding feminists of color for not being feminist enough, to blaming feminists of color’s oppressions on their own cultures (instead of, you know, patriarchy) white feminists sure have a funny way of expressing their desire for unity with feminists of color.
This weekend I made a 3-tier glass tray using E6000 glue, a couple of shot glasses and 3 glass plates. Later, while wandering the aisles of Sobey’s I came across a box of macarons – I’d never tried them before and for a box of 12 for $8 why not??? Now obviously I have no idea what these amazing little things are suppose to taste like (outside the realm of corporate, prepackaged, assembly line baked goods that is) but what I can tell you is that these ones taste like a cookie and a flavored marshmallow came together and made a delicious, melt-in-your-mouth baby.
When we were 11 and 12 years old, my cousin Alisha and I lived in the public housing developments just down the street from one another. On the weekends we would sit in her closet sharing a cigarette that she had swiped from her dad, while listening to 2Pac and Notorious B.I.G. I always took those opportunities to ask her to explain what they were talking about in their music.
I wish I could remember her responses, because here I am 17 years later writing a 40 page paper on the topic and I wish I could remember just how much insight an 11-year-old Ojibwe girl would have because it kind of blows my mind that we were that young and ~discussing~ these sort of things…