I think I'm dying, and I don't expect any of you to understand, I announced to my family as I entered the room. In reality I said nothing, but my mind was teeming with hidden dramatics, ways to show them the sadness that was eating my soul; like ivy entangling itself around an already fragile

Grace Jones. Sinéad O'Connor. Sigourney Weaver. Miley Cyrus. Lupita Nyong'o. Demi Moore. What do these names bring to mind? Power. Strength. Beauty. And, of course, they are all women who have shaved their heads.As a child, I already felt the burden of long, thick hair. It took forever to wash and

Born and raised in the Caribbean, I can’t remember ever being given over-the-counter or prescriptions drugs to cure a cold, help with a headache, or soothe a scrape. All of our remedies were homeopathic and our medicines found in either our backyard or that of a neighbor. In my grandmother’s yard,

It's a typical Thursday afternoon. I'm sitting in a glass-walled conference room answering texts from my boss and admiring the view of New Jersey from my Lower Manhattan office building. Colleagues hustle past, too busy to notice the two things that make this Thursday unlike any other: I have a

In my transition from girlhood to young womanhood, I was lucky enough to find a place of refuge, a beacon of hope, lighting the way to strong womanhood through like-minded, nonjudgmental, ball-busting, shoot-from-the-hip, powerful women. You may know it as Planned Parenthood.I admit, in my