Parenting While Black started as a love letter to our village —
…a place to celebrate Black parenting in all its joyful, complex, gloriously messy magic.
Back then, my biggest worries were things like:
“Is that smell coming from their backpack?” and “How many more spirit days can one school possibly have?”
Plus finding the energy to show up at parent council meetings and lobby the board like it was my job. (It literally was not.)
But somewhere between tantrums, random odours, and fundraising raffles, the parenting game changed.
Suddenly, YouTube became my child’s teacher, prophetic voice of reason, and business coach — and not in a good way.
Before I knew it, I had a teen parroting nonsense from a “motivational” influencer — the kind who thinks empathy is weakness and your follower count defines your worth.
It felt like some shady algorithm uncle was slipping advice to them when I wasn’t looking.
Meanwhile, parents were out here confusing TikTok with Reddit, like it’s all just “the apps” — and honestly, I get it. Some days it feels like the whole internet is one big, shady group chat.
The world shifted — and parenting had to stretch in ways we never expected.
And just like that, the empty juice containers in the fridge (yes, more than one — no, I don’t know why they are like this) didn’t feel like the biggest emergency anymore.
It wasn’t just about keeping them fed, loved, and reasonably hygienic anymore.
Watching out for our kids never stopped at the school gates. Now, it extends into the feeds, the algorithms, and the screens trying to raise them too. And screen time limits are only part of the equation.
So Parenting While Black is evolving too.
We still talk 90s movies (because of course we will), and affirmations aren’t going anywhere — I’m still that parent Using my Outside Voice to advocate for our kids in schools — but now, we’re getting ahead of this digital hot mess too.
Intentional AF parenting. Unfiltered. Unbothered. Unapologetically ours.
