Shay-la Taylor Was in Labor While Oklahoma Tornado Destroyed Hospital

Shay-la Taylor endured the unthinkable; the 25 year-old was in labor during the massive Oklahoma tornado!

With her husband and son forced to seek cover on another floor of the hospital, Taylor was stuck in an operating room with four nurses as the tornado destroyed the building.

When the storm cleared, Shay-la’s husband and medical personal rushed her to the nearest medical facility.

Mothers of Young Men Slain by NYPD Call on Artists to Submit Songs for Justice

The Justice Committee – an organization that combats police abuse and violence – has released a video featuring mothers of young men killed by the NYPD.

The brave women call on musicians to write and submit lyrics or original songs that call for justice for their families.

Dubbed Mothers Cry for Justice, the video also announces a day of action at the NYPD headquarters on May 10th.

Georgia Police Notify Mother of Son’s Death via FACEBOOK?!

Georgia mother Anna Lamb-Creasey was notified of her son’s death via facebook.

For some strange reason, the police chose to inform her with a Facebook message sent to an inbox called “Other,” which receives messages from people who are not Facebook friends. As a result, it would be days before she even noticed it

The account used to contact her wasn’t even the police department’s official facebook account; it’s profile pic was of rapper T.I., leading Lamb-Creasey to assume the message was fake.

It took 20 days for her to find out that her son was dead.

Maya Rupert's "Is Marriage Equality for White People?"

Should Black people care about marriage equality?

Writer, activist and friend of, Maya Rupert has written a fascinating article for the Huffington Post on this very controversial topic.

We implore you to check it out.

Rupert is the Federal Policy Director at the National Center for Lesbian Rights. In a recent article entitled “Is Marriage Equality for White People,” Rupert condemns the increasingly popular position that marriage equality for LGBT people is a “white issue.”

She writes,

“This narrative is untrue, and it is time we stop acting like marriage equality is only for white people. In fact, the fight for marriage equality is very much a fight about racial justice. Opponents of marriage equality are waging a culture war and, while the LGBT community may be the stated target, families of color are and will continue to be the collateral damage.”

Do you agree?

A Message To Black LBGT Youth On National Coming Out Day

Today is National Coming Out Day; a celebration of the bravery it takes to come out, and the positive impact it can have on the LGBT community at large.

The Black Youth Project wishes our readers a wonderful and liberating Coming Out Day. If you do choose this is to be the day that you reveal your sexuality to family or friends, we want you to know that you have our love and support.

And feel free to send us your “Coming Out” stories. Hearing about your personal journey can make a world of difference to a young, struggling LBGT youth looking for some type of affirmation or hope.

However, we also want to make it very clear that all of us – regardless of age, gender, race or socioeconomic status – are on our own journeys.

Nobody knows the best time for you to come out BUT YOU.

A Daughter’s Reflection on Sickness, Intimacy, and her Godmother

When I was a little black girl I would secretly pray to God, the Father, to become sick. You see, when I was sick my non-domestic black mother would cuddle me and become the “ideal mother.” She would busy herself with medicinal concoctions and Vick’s rub. Yes, my mother thought and continues to think; Vick’s rub sees all things, cures all things. It is her personal on-call physician. Looking back, only when I was sick could my non-domesticated black mother let down her veneer of calm and her embodiment of “the eternal girl” to obsess about her daughter’s physical welfare.

And, because of this, I learned to play the role of the ailing downright contagious sick child. With one cough, I could produce bodily spasms. By holding my breath in 5 minute intervals, I could produce a mild fever. And, if these things did not work, I would simply say to my mother in my most sick, cough . . . cough . . . cough . . . woe is me, voice that I could not go to the school today because I felt quite ill . . . bubonic plague ill (I could say bubonic plague because we were studying it in history class). And, my mother would grant my request and tend to me as if I was her one and only love . . . her one and only obsession. When I was young, I thought being sick could bring my mother back to me. Make her stay. Keep her from wandering from man to man. But, it did not. Her presence was only momentary, there to wipe a nose, to rub a sore chest. Mind you, my mother did the best she could, but her sense of care and nurturing came fully alive when I was sick.

Yo Momma in Black FACE: As seen by certain White Gays

Black Face Mammy

Do you think of your momma or grandma as an “inarticulate black welfare mother with 19 children?” If not you might be surprised to learn that certain–largely white–gays  are paying big bucks to have one of their own dress up in drag and black-face as Shirley Q. Liquor, to be the MAMMY they never had but always wanted.  What you are about to see is real and apparently this guy makes 75K—to—90k a year off of racism, classism and sexism—masked as satire—of an alleged childhood beloved black nanny.

When a Black Mother takes the Helm: Trisha Fraser is Going to Sue Pro-Life Groups

Standing stalwart face bearing the knowledge of the coming storm with melded limbs of moving muscles sensing the pending fight . . . they dig their feet, their pumps, their gym shoes into the dirt provoking . . . if not downright bear baiting the coming foe . . . yes, things begin to change when black mothers take the Helm.

As we prepare to celebrate Mother’s Day on Sunday, I want to honor one Black mother, Ms. Trisha Fraser, who “not without a fight” energy illumines the power of standing against injustice for our children.

Are You My Daughter: A Mother’s Day Yearning


Daughters eased their mothers’ burdens – helping with the spinning, the grinding of grain, and the endless task of looking after baby boys, who were forever peeing into the corners of the tents, no matter what you told them. But the other reason women wanted daughters was to keep their memories alive. Sons did not hear their mothers’ stories after weaning. So I was the one. My mother and my mother-aunties told me endless stories about themselves. No matter what their hands were doing – holding babies, cooking, spinning, weaving—they filled my ears.  Anita Diamant’s The Red Tent

So, I took this blog’s title from my godmother who seems to always know the right word to use to convey a thought, “Fallon, the word you are looking for is palpable or the word you are looking for is verdant or the word you are looking for, little one, is yearning.” And, yes, the right word for this blog is “yearning” . . . a type of yearning that is at times “palpable” and at other times unquenchable creating a constant drought lodged in the middle of my throat longing for a thunderstorm.

Yes, I am quite thirsty for a “present” mother. You know the type, the ones who are living. The ones you can share your secrets with even though sometimes you wish they would mind their own business. The ones you lovingly tease for their archaic notions about sex, love, rubbers (yes, condoms), and men. The present ones . . . but this blog is not specifically about present mothers, but more about the expectations that both mothers and daughters have of each other.