Curl To Curl: An Inside Look at ALL of my Favorite Natural Hair Products

Hey Curlfriends,

By and by I find that The Daughters Table is the place I tell you all of my secrets. Having just restocked my entire bathroom cabinet with my tried and true lengthy list of staple hair products, I thought this would be a prime time to share what products keep my hair healthy, glossy, cooperative, and ever-growing! I have organized the products by their function(s) and usage frequency. Though my list is lengthy, I am no longer a product junkie. Once I find a brand that works, I try various products from that line for the sake of consistency, as many products are designed to work with others within the line of that particular brand. Still, I mix and match on occasion like any other natural diva, based on my hair needs. Many of the brands listed are owned by people of color. It is also worth noting that my natural curl pattern is s 3B/C and 4A blend. Visit Naturally Curly to discover your natural curl pattern. Lastly, I provide the links for some products and direct you to store locations where others can be found. Have fun browsing y’all. Don’t go broke buying everything. Stretch your coins and your curls!

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Remembering Carmenella: On Giving Up Long-term Grief

February is a gruesomely sobering month for me. Surely re/membering the troubling yet triumphant history of my people juxtaposed with the current war on Blk bodies dampens the joy I have in Blk History Month. However, it is not what makes my stomach churn, eyes water, and forces me to retreat into the comfort of my bedroom sanctuary, decked out in Blk girl photos, reminding me of who I am. Only the thought of February 15, 2001 can do that. And it has. Every. Single. Year.

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Un/Classically Beautiful: The Problem with the 2015 Grammy Awards’ Selma “Tribute”

While we were waist-deep in circular (yet necessary) conversations about Iggy Azalea’s Grammy Award nomination for Best Rap Album, her “blaccent,” and appropriation of Black music and culture at-large, the Grammy Awards were undermining Blk women in another way: the “tribute” performance for Ava DuVernay’s Selma. Let’s quickly recap the shameful dismissal that has encircled Selma to date:

At the 72nd Golden Globe Awards, Selma was nominated in every major category: Best Drama Motion Picture, Best Original Song (Glory), Best Actor in a Drama Motion Picture (David Oyelowo), and DuVernay became the first Blk woman in Golden Globe history to be nominated for Best Director. Still, we left only with a win for John Legend and Common’s “Glory,” reminding us that America will accept our rap music but not our stories and the reality of this country’s violent racism. Not to be outdone, the 87th Academy Awards (The Oscars) only nominated Selma for Best Picture and Best Original Song. DuVernay and her actors were cheated out out of rightful recognition of their dynamic directing and acting, respectively. The Academy’s 432 voters are reported to be 93% white and 76% male. Had DuVernay been nominated, she would’ve been the FIRST Blk woman nominated for Best Director. The Golden Globe Awards has existed since 1944 and the Academy Awards since 1929 and still  a Blk woman has yet to win an award for Best Director. Think on that.

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A government is invigorated when each of us is willing to participate in shaping the future of this nation. – Barbara Jordan

On Developing My Sexy in Seminary (& Other Home/coming Reflections)

Ooooo chile somebody so saved, sanctified, high & mighty just clutched his/her pearls at the title of this here post! Somebody saw sexy & seminary in the same sentence & immediately felt uncomfortable, convinced the two never belonged together. That’s exactly the point. I was obedient to the call of seminary despite plans to move to NYC & double as a high school English teacher for Uncommon Schools & graduate student at NYU, pursing education law & curriculum & instruction. Big shift of plans, right? So, here I am. Two & a half months into my Jordan year of life. In Dallas, Texas. In Seminary school.

Upon arrival, I immediately noted the degree of (depressing) conservatism here. I expected conservatism but not to this degree. I tried blending into the white wall (all puns intended) by dressing down, wearing less intimidating natural hair styles, limiting the occurrence of my notorious red lip, avoiding the slightest glimpse of my collar bone tattoo, & only blasting contemporary Christian music. After much discomfort, I realized that I was pretending. This is not who I was, how I was designed, nor the person I wanted to become. More importantly, this wasn’t how I was to function in this space. I was not here to blend, be safe, or uphold the status quo image of a seminarian, much less a Christian. I am to comfort the afflicted & afflict the comfortable in every sphere of influence, even seminary. Behavioral conformity has been (explicitly & complicity) imposed on Black women in America since the genesis of our involuntary immigration. So often we adopt the behavioral manners of the dominant culture for some illusion of protection (word to Patricia Hill Collins’ Black Feminist Thought). In my case, I thought adopting a certain look & set of behaviors more desirable to the seminary & its social culture would make me more “acceptable” (whatever that looks like). The truth is that I am different. I’m Black. I’m a Black woman. I’m a Black woman from the north. I’m a Black woman from the north who is not a Republican. I’m a Black woman from the north who is not a Republican in the flagship Th.M program, generally pursued by men. I’m breaking all of the rules y’all! No really, I’m subverting all kind of systems simultaneously.

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Single in Seminary: On Dating, Standards, & Lists

unnamedIf y’all didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought I went missing from The Table. However, much has been on my mind with all that is devastating the world and my personal struggle to stay focused on Jesus, active in the fight for social justice, and satisfied in my singleness. Except I’m not. I am naturally adept at schoolwork. I am skilled in eliminating distractions to accomplish tangible goals. However, I am ill-equipped at fooling folks into believing that being single in seminary is a pleasurable experience. I would love to paint a pretty portrait of being satisfied with Jesus alone. I’d love to pretend that I never desire physical intimacy or that I’m never anxious to know who I’ll spend the rest of my life with or that I never experience a tinge of jealousy every time I log onto facebook and see a newly engaged couple (yesterday, I spied three). But I’d be a boldfaced liar. What people fail to tell you about seminary is that most students here are middle-aged, married (or engaged), with several kids under the age of seven. They fail to relay the message that many references to self-care, putting family first, and everything else will be geared towards married people. They fail to inform you that seminary will make you feel the most single you have ever felt in your life. If you’re not married, you must be engaged or looking to be by the time you graduate. The “ring before spring” race to the alter is all but uncommon, as many male students feel pressured to marry to position themselves as viable candidates for pastoral roles. Others, overcome with being singled-out in their singleness, may accept the first man to bend his knee. But seminaries (and mine in particular) also have high divorce rates. So many seminary wives are Rapunzel clones, stuck in their apartments with their children or working while their husbands are living and learning in school. Seminary husbands are rarely acknowledged (but that’s another post).

I’m no fool. My discontentment in singleness is not so cumbersome that I am willing to marry the first man who offers a ring. (Besides, the kind of ring I desire requires planning!) Nor is it devastating enough to simply marry for sheets (sex) or forfeit the characteristics of a man that I truly desire. But I do worry. With a legacy of singleness in my family, my unfortunate enrollment at predominately white schools in less than urban cities, and white America’s fixation on exterminating Black people (via the school-to-prison pipeline, militarization of the police, gentrification, etc.) I get antsy. Now, there are some folks reading this who are eyerollin and lip-sippin saying “She’s only 23. She’s young and has all the time in the world to get married” or “She’s 23! Enjoy your freedom! Your 20s are for fun!” Let me be clear: My 20s are not for mindless rendezvous, nights that I cannot recall, or extreme selfishness. I was designed with purpose on purpose and so I choose to live that way. My 20s are for learning, traveling, making meaningful art, building Godly, constructive relationships, and setting the foundation for the rest of my life. That includes thinking about marriage. No freshman in college is ever told “don’t think about what you want to major in or when you want to graduate, you’re only a freshman!” It is the same thing with endeavors as serious as marriage. I will not wait until I’m middle-aged to develop standards for relationships (romantic and otherwise).

But even in all of my planning and forward thinking, I cannot control God. I cannot coax Him into sending my mate when I feel I’m ready for him. I get so sour-stomached when I watch (Black) Christian women who truly desire to honor God with their bodies and relationships, be suckered by women (and men) in ministry who capitalize on the singleness and marriage desires of others. They post photos of their happy marriages on their nice marriage blogs and write posts that suggest “if you pray a little harder, read more scriptures, change your attitude, or dress more modestly, your Adam will wake up!” But I know women who are Spirit-filled and sanctified virgins in their thirties, who, though not perfect, have strived to center and honor Christ…and are still single. God can and will send our spouses when He feels it is time. Though some heart-changes and character refinement is likely and necessary, no marriage preparation is one size fits all. I know happily married couples who were seeking the Lord and were introduced to their spouses out of the blue as well as couples who were living jacked up lives as carnal Christians but married and became Spirit-filled by God’s grace. There are also couples who were unsaved and came to Christ together. This is all to say that God is creative and can bring folks to Him and to each other in a variety of ways.

So how does that ease the hearts of those of us who feel we are called to marriage with no potential mate in sight? In some ways it doesn’t. We can rest assure that God is God and that His judgement is best. But that doesn’t necessarily calm our hormones, soothe the tender ache to become a mother (or if you are a mother, to have an in-house father for your children), or the longing to do life with someone. Let’s face it: we get tired of looking at our girlfriends, finding dates for the next wedding, or doing everything “right” and still coming up single. May I suggest a few things: 1. Reflect on your history and fears 2. Review your standards & revise your list 3. Go on dates 4. Give it to God. These suggestions are NOT a to-do list to get a husband. However, they are, in my experience, good reflection and navigation tools.


When I consider my own history, I find that I was always the friend who rarely had a boyfriend. My best friends were ALWAYS in relationships, frielationships, situationships, or had sex buddies. When I wasn’t negotiating my own traumas and abuse, the relationships I did have (when I wasn’t trying to imitate my besties and just “talk to” someone to not be lonely) were not short-term. In both my high school and collegiate days, I valued serious long-term relationships. There are awesome and not so awesome things about this pattern. On one hand, I (thought I) knew what I wanted and only dated people I thought fit my criteria. I avoided much heartbreak, pregnancy and STI/STD scares. On the other hand, I was so focused on only dating men I thought I would marry that I missed social opportunities with guys–opportunities to really develop friendships and learn how men feel, think, and operate. If you grew up with a father, father-figure, or brothers, you were privy (for better or worse, depending on their character) to these things by virtue of proximity. In examining my history and that of the women in my family, I found that I have a fear of being single forever because so many of the women in my family are and were unhappily/bitterly single and struggling single parents. This fear is magnified in seminary, where to be single is to be pitied. Some people are happily single and love single-parenthood. That’s great for them! However, that is not what I desire or the ministry to which I am called. Having identified my foundational fear, I searched for how it translated to God. I realized that I did not trust God for a marriage partner who was perfect for me. I’d think of all of the qualities I desired and become discouraged, believing no men like that existed. But God is bigger and better than my list and my imagination. I often struggle to remember His grandeur. Distrusting God leads me to take matters into my own hands and end up with men who are marriageable but are not for me or to resent and decline men who want to date/befriend me.

Self-Reflection Questions: What are you afraid of in your singleness and why? How does this fear translate to your relationship with God? 


I have a type-A personality. I make lists. Often. However, no matter your personality type, everyone should have a written list of non-negotiable standards for your desired mate. Some folks may warn against doing so, claiming that it puts restrictions on God and the potential marriage partner. But I’d like to re/vise the concept of The List. Make no mistake about it, God is going to be God, list or not. Quite frankly, the list is not for God; it is for us. God is clear about His standards. We are not. We need reminders. Every now and then I spy a fine Blk man and become too blinded by the crisp grooming of his beard that I forget my standards. So, I write them down for a constant reminder and for my prayer life. Lists should not be superficial, long, or general. They should reflect the core of what our hearts truly desire in a spouse. Finally, lists must be given to God with an open handGod does not abide by our lists, but will honor what we desire if our desires align with His. Moreover, God is a creative God, so the gift may not be packaged the way we expected. Finally, lists shouldn’t demand a host of qualities that we do not/are not striving to possess or complement. This is not a list of a dream person or twin to make life perfect but to endure the terror of life with. Difference. I have included my list below. It is broken up into three sections: non-negotiable qualities (like if you ain’t got em we ain’t a we), necessary qualities (like if you ain’t got em but are on your way to gettin em we might could be), and flexible qualities (like you ain’t Denzel but that’s okay just don’t think you’re Denzel!)

List of my Husband’s Qualities 

Non-Negotiables (like if you ain’t got em we ain’t a we)

  1. God-fearing
  • Deep belief in the basic tenants of Christianity and the Word of God as the infallible and inerrant final authority
  • Has (or is seeking) a home church which he attends regularly
  • Reads the Bible regularly and reverently for direction, knowledge, and character-development
  • Honors my (and His own) purity before the Lord in mind, body, and spirit

2. Ministry-Minded

  • Involved (or working towards involvement) in youth, young adult, men’s, pastoral, or artistic ministry in a leadership capacity or other consistent, valuable and real way
  • has a heart for ministry and innovative ideas to meet the unreached and wayward

3. Leader

  • Is confident in his manhood and thus, does not need to use hate speech against women or the LGBTQI community to assert his manhood
  • Sure of his identity and position in Christ
  • Views leadership as a responsibility and privilege not a right or dictatorship
  • Makes decisions that are God-led and based on the welfare of the family

4. Learner

  • Committed to learning me: my character, fears, insecurities, love language, needs, and deep passions
  • Committed to learning more about the Lord and loving
  • Committed to trying new things

Necessities (like if you ain’t got em but are on your way to gettin em we might could be)

5. Service-Oriented 

  • Committed to some form of social justice (i.e. food justice, racial justice, fighting sexism, economic oppression, etc.)
  • Invested in Kingdom-minded social reform (i.e. infiltrating systems as God’s earthly ambassadors to reflect God’s glory across the nations)

6. Family-Centered  

  • Knows the depth of a wife as a good thing
  • Adores children; views them as a blessed privilege and responsibility
  • Open to adoption in addition to traditional conception

Flexibles (like you ain’t Denzel but that’s okay just don’t think you’re Denzel!)

  • Loves/ willing to travel (for ministry and to simply see the world)
  • Loves/prefers natural hair (or at the very least respects it)
  • Is artistic (or deeply appreciates art)

Self-Reflection Questions: Do you have standards? If so, what are they and if not, get some! Do your standards reflect the person(s) you entertain? Are your standards accurately represented on your list? Have you made a flexible item a non-negotiable (are your priorities straight)? 


So some super conservative Christians feel that one should not date unless you are seeking marriage. Been there, done that. I feel differently. Allow someone to take you out. Have a good time. Make a friend. But always be clear in your intentions. If you’re going out with a guy that you’re actually interested in, acknowledge that and see where he is. If you’re not romantically interested in him but suspect that you’re in his life for a purpose (to speak life into him, evangelize, etc.) become his friend but don’t lead him on. If you’re only interested in a free meal, save your coins and buy your own! Don’t use anybody. Recently, I’ve gone out on a few dates with a guy who I am not romantically interested in. I was opposed to it at first, but through the experience I am learning new things about myself, what I want, how I should be treated, and what I need to work on. I’m also learning more about men. In addition to this, I’m sharpening my evangelism skills and am able to be exposed to the city of Dallas. A man who loves Christ doesn’t necessarily mean he will love you or that you’ll be compatible.


Everything else seems doable but giving it to God. So often I’m like, “Okay God I gave it to you and you ain’t did diddly!” Then I “take it back” only to realize I never submitted to Him in the first place. That’s when I must confront my fear and mistrust and assess my sense of wholeness in this season of singleness. I can’t tell anyone how to completely give it to God. I’m learning to fully submit in one area of my life or another nearly every day. I say that at its core, it’s an issue of resisting rebellious flesh. To do so, we need to be filled with the Holy Spirit, suited in prayer, washed in the Word, and positive in our position. A relationship does not complete me; I’m a whole person. I have work to do, art to make, ministries to develop, souls to win, and stages on which to get my life!!! Singleness is not a sentence; it does not define or diminish who I am. Perhaps God is not finished getting my husband together. He knows I like well-crafted, finished products and He is not a last-minute God. So in the meantime, I will not sulk. I will dress well just because, hang out with the girls, accept dates from a nice guy or two, and live on purpose in my singleness.

Keep your heels high & standards higher,




Darling, sometimes I light candles
just to watch wax soften
& fold into itself like a woman
the morning after

she is devoured by moonshine
& ego/ I forget how barren
this bed is without him/
cower in the shell

of his memory/ abandoned
boxers/ crinkled foil wrappers:
a chorus of confetti
on the floor/ I know

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