Posts tagged "a. comeaux"

When You Meet Mr. Right but He’s Not Right for You!

When You Meet Mr. Right but He’s Not Right for You!
By A Comeaux “Alright sis! I see you all vegan/yoga/zen lifestyle look good on you girl, now tell me about this man you got… Wedding bells?” Guilt is as instant as the façade of a smile you’ve mastered. For Black women, this is today’s real nightmare: When You Meet Mr. Right but He’s Not Right for... Read more »

Clean-Up Woman: Loving Him After a Savage Breaks His Heart

Clean-Up Woman: Loving Him After a Savage Breaks His Heart
By A Comeaux  Earlier this year RiRi had even the good girls crooning homage to their inner savage when she broke down how she played with-and then dismissed-a lover with an open heart.   I must admit, it was a guilty pleasure to belt those lyrics, mimic that cold-natured swagger and feel damn good about... Read more »

I Won't Accept His Lies Anymore

I Won't Accept His Lies Anymore
By A Comeaux Happy Monday. There’s a lot on my canvas today. Please bear with me as I expound, decompress and articulate the current condition of my heart in its truest form. A much-needed venting session with my bestie ensued a self-reflective ode to how maturity and honesty has given me a confidence and self-love... Read more »
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When the Main Chick and the Side Chick Know Each Other

When the Main Chick and the Side Chick Know Each Other
By A Comeaux It’s windy outside now but it’s about to get cold! I need to tap a few you on the shoulder with some tips from the side chick. Now before you gather your stones please keep in mind that no matter where you are today, chances are at one point or two, you... Read more »

Alton Sterling & Philando Castille: Queens, Rise Up

Alton Sterling & Philando Castille: Queens, Rise Up
By A Comeaux Yesterday was surreal on many levels. After Black Americans celebrated Independence Day—freedom—we were reminded that we are NOT, collectively nor individually, free at all. Alton Sterling In Baton Rouge, Alton Sterling was shot dead, point-blank range. Sterling’s hands were empty as he bled to death. But that’s not the part that broke... Read more »

I’m Sorry I Misrepresented Myself to You, But, I’m Celibate

I’m Sorry I Misrepresented Myself to You, But, I’m Celibate
By  A Comeaux “To lose everything and find yourself is the greatest treasure” I didn’t think that last storm was unique, as I’ve witnessed women bounce back like they never tripped. So amazed at the recovery I didn’t think of the premature wound that is her heart. I realized that when I was in those... Read more »
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Relationships: Would Your Ex Give You a Good Reference?

Relationships: Would Your Ex Give You a Good Reference?
By A Comeaux Why aren’t references required for relationships? Jobs ask for them whether you’re a nurse or a nanny, a cashier or an executive, new employers would like to know who and where you came from and the reason you’re no longer there… You can’t get credit unless your financial history is checked and... Read more »

Black Women Aren't Supposed to Suffer From This--but I Did

Black Women Aren't Supposed to Suffer From This--but I Did
By A Comeaux There are many things many of us women take for granted. Some of us don’t take heed of what we have taken for granted until something drastic happens, that is, until our world is shaken upside down and life as we know it is no longer the same. I’m one of those... Read more »

Blacks and Poor Whites: Your Life Doesn't Matter to the System

Blacks and Poor Whites: Your Life Doesn't Matter to the System
By A Comeaux I’ve been in a confusing haze for a few days, drifting between the headlines #OregonUnderAttack and #BlackLivesMatter peaceful unarmed protestors nationwide being thrown in jail, beaten and even shot with no charges for the terrorists. And then I had a revelation. The revelation: American media is irrefutably biased in the glorified showcase... Read more »
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I Dated an Undercover Crackhead and He Almost Killed Me

I Dated an Undercover Crackhead and He Almost Killed Me
By A Comeaux My crackhead ex-lover smelled of cologne once enticing, but now stale and outdated. He dressed nice if slacks, church shoes, dull pinky rings adorned with dull diamond chips with sweaters reminiscent of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood counts. And he had the persistence of a runaway slave for freedom, in his pursuit of me.... Read more »