Adiba Nelson
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Adiba Nelson Articles
I applaud you for being here. I applaud you for giving life the five fingers of death and deciding to show up for whatever the day brings — every day.
Read...My father was an abusive man, plain and simple.
That wasn’t all he was, but to my mother, that's who he was. He was a controlling individual who perhaps took the scripture, “Wives, submit to your husbands” a tad bit too literally — and when my mom didn’t submit, she paid the price. Often with a blow to the head.
Read...How do you go from two extremely different individuals living life separately to two extremely different individuals merging their separate lives into one loving family portrait — all while avoiding a cosmic meltdown? Very, very carefully. And with a bottle of wine… or 50.
Read...It was the weirdest thing. I looked at this tiny human and felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. No overwhelming joy at finally meeting this person I’d been so excited for in months prior, no lurking sadness about no longer being pregnant and relishing in those shared “inside mommy’s belly” moments. Just... nothing. My brain said, “You have a baby now,” and that was that.
Read...Black women were branded as sexually promiscuous and immoral, which in turn was used as justification for sexual trauma/rape.
Read...“Why would you do that? You have a daughter. Why would you put yourself in that position?”
Read...Nicely done, MAC. Nicely done.
Read...They basically gave the Oscars the middle finger.
Read...In my mind, I was Beyoncé, and she was Becky. She was the one he needed to run back to. She was the one who could have his ass, because I was leaving and I wasn’t sorry about it.
Then Lemonade came out and the light bulb came on.
