Adiba Nelson

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.

Want to go on a carbs and wine tour of Italy? Break out the leggings and go for it. This time is yours.

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.

I don't love this. I don't love any part of it. I don't love the fact that a life is in my hands every moment of every day.

Black women were branded as sexually promiscuous and immoral, which in turn was used as justification for sexual trauma/rape.

Then we had that talk that made my eye twitch: the budget talk.

This book is real, folks. As well it should be –– it was written by one of the realest women on the planet.