The one black male friend that stopped by our home to say hello to me started the biggest fight I’d ever had with my mother. If my parents exploded because my platonic friendship with a black guy, I was scared to imagine their reaction if I actually dated one.
When my husband first wooed me my freshman year in college, I threw away his phone number.
Stories about the number of Black women who are single have made headlines for years, and many of us are tired of hearing them.
But the reality often hits home during the holidays, when discussing your love life becomes an appetizer at meals with the family.
I am so glad I took a chance and tried something different.
It’s not that Tim wasn’t attractive to me (he very much was), but he was attractive in ways I had never placed much value in until God worked on my heart.
My parents hated my husband the first time they met him.
They didn’t hate him because he was a theater major and out of work actor.
"I've come across a lot of men who tell me I should be ashamed and say things like, "It's not too late to come home" or "He won't know what to do with all of that." I've heard it all. But the negative comments can be more distressing when they come from family or close friends.
Asia Diggs Meador, 33, had never considered marrying outside her race.
While it’s okay for conversations about white supremacy to make you uncomfortable (hey, we should be uncomfortable with that shit), being generally aware of how race plays out and feeling fairly well versed in Being honest about the ways in which race is complex – both inside and outside of your relationship – shows a willingness to engage with a part of your partner’s identity and experience in a way that really holds them.
As a woman, I know that sometimes talking about gender with a male partner – even if he’s well versed in all things feminist – can feel exhausting.
But when my ex-husband, a dead ringer for Superman, departed into the arms of another woman and left me with two babies, I realized maybe my idea of the perfect guy was limiting my ability to meet a good man. When I first met my husband, he was far cry from my usual dating type: on the smaller side, fair haired, slim and boisterous.