Visualize a black woman – glazed with a lustrous, creamy complexion à la Dorothy Dandridge – owning the sidewalk with her vibrant Ankara-esque fashion, natural curls popping out of her colorful head ...

I do not remember the moment I became jealous of my older sister. I think it was a gradual change, as though I grew into it. As a kid, I did not understand why I felt negatively toward my sister; all ...