We need to get real about family-friendly schools and workplaces

II rushed over to my son’s parent-teacher meeting and waved hello to the front desk officer, then scrambled past the congregated parents collected in the hallway and signed my name on the check-in sheet sitting outside the classroom. It’s a rare moment, interacting with my son’s teacher, who is only…

I remember the first time anyone ever called me “light skinned.” It wasn’t until my first day at Frick Middle School when a boy named Milton leaned over in first period and said:

“Aye. What you mixed with?”

My lineage was Chapter 8 in our social studies book: slavery.

We, us black children, are sorted into rows and sections based on…

No one taught us how to do this shit.

My mother and father never taught me that ‘forever love’.

I learned a temporary love from them. The kind that lasts minutes, lingers on a perfectly timed kiss, falls off, fades to black. I learned how to put up my hands in defense of love. How to cherish its memory. I knew love by ubiquitous reputation, but it slipped through…

A brief encounter with a woman on the subway this morning reminded me why International Women’s Day has to be about more than just a hashtag

I woke up this morning feeling conflicted about International Women’s Day. As I was getting ready for work, I reached for my favorite grey t-shirt (I don’t own any red clothing) and questioned my solidarity. I felt much like I did the day of the Women’s March when I chose…

You’ve Seen Each Other Naked. Now Go Forth And Co-Parent.

My ex-husband and I started out as best friends. Then accidental lovers. Then we were obsessed with each other for a while. We got married, we fought like dogs, we ended and got back together and then ended one last time.

That’s the short version of our story. All lovers…

A Rant About Kehlani, Trump & Why This Shit Is Your Fault

I hate that I’m uttering this name in this context but I wrote this because, Kehlani.

I keep having the same conversation over and over again. The topic comes up and immediately the focus turns to Kehlani being cyber bullied. It turns to Black men and how they don’t support Black women. It turns to how suicide is “taking the punk way out”. But what is…

Ashley Simpo

Freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY.

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