I’m Back!

Hi there!

My long, unexpected blogging hiatus is finally over. Believe me, I did not plan to be away this long. Anyway, I have so much to tell you! I am full of rants and temper tantrums, random nothing, questions I still don’t know the answers to, politics, and all kinds of other stuff. And I can’t wait to get started.

It’s so good to be back.

How are things with you? What have you been up to during my two-year hiatus? Comment below or send me an email.

Vote La Cracha Handy for Flint Township Trustee

Hi there!  I know this post is different than what you’re used to on this blog, but I am excited to share my good news with everyone.  I am running as a Democrat for Trustee in Flint Township, Michigan.  You know, the mitten shaped state.  The only state where you can show people where you live at on your hand.

Here is my campaign page.

Three challenges lie ahead of me as a candidate, and if I am elected to a seat on the Flint Township Board of Trustees:

  1.  I am a first-time candidate
  2.  I am a minority
  3.  I have little political experience

However, none of the above will hinder me from serving my community if I am elected.

With that being said, I would love and appreciate your support.  If you know any registered voters residing in Flint, Township Michigan, then please spread the word that I am running for Trustee.  Tell you family, friends, neighbors, and co-workers.  If they are not registered to vote, then please encourage them to get registered so they can vote Democrats across the board in the upcoming elections.

I am looking for your support on August 4, 2020.  If you would like to make a small donation, then you can go here.  No amount is too small and all will be truly appreciated.

La Cracha Handy for Michigan 5th Congressional District-Level Delegate

Hello to my fellow Michiganders living in the 5th Congressional District.  My name is LaCracha Handy (pronounced Lacrisha), and I am running for District Level Delegate for Joe Biden for the Democratic National Convention in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in August 2020.

Not only am I am a lifelong Michigander,  but I have also been living in the 5th Congressional District since day one.  I am a full-time employee in the Emergency Room at an area hospital, and I have two teenage sons.  They both attend public schools and my youngest is special needs.

My priorities are:

  1. Special needs community
  2. Affordable health care
  3. Public education
  4. Retirement including pension and health insurance (I will be eligible for retirement     in a few years so I’m all for protecting retirees benefits)
  5. Medicare
  6. Social Security

If you live in the 5th Congressional District in Michigan and you are a current member of the Michigan Democratic Party, then I am asking for your support.

Thank you in advance.

La Cracha’s Believe it or not: Colorism is Real

My (ex)husband and I were barely married six months when he told me about a conversation between him and his mother.  His mother had run into a female they hadn’t seen in years.

Then a bomb was dropped on me.

My ex said that his mother told him the girl was light skin and still had “all that long pretty hair.”  Then she told him that that’s who he should-be married to.  And that they would’ve had some pretty kids.

Hold up.  Wait a minute.  What the hell?

So I asked my ex what his response was to his mother.  He said he told her that he hadn’t seen the girl since first grade.

“REALLY?  You have got to be kidding me.  You mean to tell me that’s all you said to your mama?”  I said way more than that, of course.

That was the day I learned my (ex)mother-in-law was color struck and hair struck.

I told my ex how I was hurt by what his mother said, and that he should be too.  I told him that not only was she calling his wife (me) ugly, but that she was also implying that our future kids would be ugly.

I eventually got over it, probably because I didn’t live with her and therefore, I didn’t have to deal with her if I didn’t want to.

Fast forward two years when I had my son.  My ex is light skin and I am dark skin.  Our son is light like his dad.  Well, my ex has a female cousin who is mixed.  She had a baby boy a few days before my son was born.  The baby’s father is white.

Are you ready for some more bullshit?  Well here goes.

Knowing that my (ex)mother-in-law is plagued by colorism, I knew she would be tickled pink that her grandchild was light skin with a head full of hair.

Nope.  Not at all.

She was busy doting on, and bragging about her nephew’s BLOND HAIR and BLUE EYES.

One day I went to an event and took my infant son.  People that knew my ex in-laws swarmed around us.  They were happy to see him and started holding and passing him around like a collection plate.

My ex mother-in-law was at the event.  She came over to where we were and took the spotlight away from my son and me.  She started telling them how they should see (nephew’s name) because he had blond hair and blue eyes.  They looked at her as if she was crazy and continued loving on my son.  She started back up again by asking if they knew her niece and that she had a baby boy a few days older, and that he had blond hair and blue eyes.

My son’s hair was so long that I kept it either braided or picked out into an afro.  His grandmother wasn’t satisfied.  She bragged on her nephew, but looked down on her own grandchild.  Yes my son is light skin, but she loved talking about his “nappy hair.”

I put up with that bullshit for a few months to give my ex time to grow a pair of balls so he could defend his family.  That’s when I started to see how weak he was.  Afraid to stand up to his mother.  I wasn’t though.  I keep to myself, but will get you told when I’m pushed to it.



Colorism is real and it’s even worse within the black community.  Blacks are quick to yell racism, but we look down on our own.  This light skin vs. dark skin thing has gone on long enough.

I have seen an increasing number of posts on social media about colorism over the past couple weeks.  Sometimes I comment, other times I scroll past because I get angry all over again.  I cried as I commented on a post last week.  I had briefly shared the two stories above.

Black women produce children of all colors and shades.

Earlier I mentioned that my (ex)husband is light skin and I am dark skin.  Well, we have two children.  The oldest is light and the youngest is dark.

My oldest has gotten darker over the years from being out in the sun.  But when he was younger I was often asked where did I get a white baby from, or how did I get a light skin baby.

The first time I experienced colorism was when my ex told me the remarks his mother made about the light skin girl.  I weighed  120 pounds and wore a size 6 when I met him and his family.  I had long and thick jet black hair.  I may not be that itty bitty size anymore, and my hair isn’t as long as it used to be, but I am as beautiful now as I was back then.

What people, especially in the black community, need to learn is this:

It does NOT matter if you are light skin or dark skin.  Your skin tone does not make you ugly.  It’s your ways that make you ugly.

Feel free to comment below or send me an email anytime.


La Cracha Handy is a blogger and divorced mother of two sons, ages 16 and 12.  She is currently working on branding herself as a nonfiction author of marriage and divorce, relationships, and parenting including children with special needs.  Her first book, Leaving the Hidden Path:  Motivational Guidance for Women with Young Kids Considering Divorce, will be released soon.

It’s Okay to Leave, Ladies

I got divorced three years ago, and to this day I have no regrets about it.

Marriage is a piece of hard work and I tried my hardest to make it last.  Unfortunately relationships can take a turn for the worse and life-changing decisions must be made.

While married, I had started to become an emotional wreck.  I’m talking train wreck.  I wasn’t happy and I eventually started to resent my (ex)husband.  There were so many issues that he could have worked on. Things that WE could have worked on together.

Do you want to know the worst part?


You read correctly.  I was a silent sufferer.  I kept my unhappiness to myself.  I was happy out in public, always talking and laughing loud.  However, at home I was miserable.  When I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I decided to reassess my marriage to see if it was worth saving.

Deciding to leave a marriage is hard, especially when minor children are involved.  I had to decide if I wanted to end the relationship or stay in it for the sake of my kids.  I held on for as long as I could.  But I eventually decided that I wanted to be happy.  I wanted my sanity back.  Most of all, I wanted what was best for my kids and me.

Ladies.  It is okay to leave.  If you are unhappily married with young kids, then it is time to thoroughly examine your marriage.  It is time to assess your situation.

Keep in mind that relationships can turn sour no matter what color you are.  You can be black, white, magenta, or polka dot.  No one is exempt.

No man is worth that kind of stress.  Or any other kind of stress.

Feel free to comment or send me an email anytime if you would like additional tips, advice, or just to vent.  I’ve been there so I know and understand what you are going through.


La Cracha Handy is a blogger and divorced mother of two sons, ages 16 and 12.  She is currently working on branding herself as a nonfiction author of marriage and divorce, relationships, and parenting including children with special needs.  Her first book, Leaving the Hidden Path:  Motivational Guidance for Women with Young Kids Considering Divorce, will be released soon.

My Impromptu M.L. King Day Moment

Posing for a picture with Yolanda King while getting her autograph in January 1991 in Flint, Michigan.

Yesterday was Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday.  I would say that I am a day late with this blog post but I won’t.  I attended Martin Luther King, Jr. Elementary School in Flint, Michigan.  Therefore, EVERYDAY is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day to Me.

I entered every essay contest I found about in grades K-12.  I won a couple of them.  I was even asked to read one of my essays during the Martin Luther King, Jr. birthday celebration at my school in 6th grade.  I have never been camera-shy.  So speaking in front of the standing room only audience in the school’s gymnasium didn’t bother me one bit.

The best moment over the years was meeting Dr. King’s daughter, Yolanda.  She delivered the keynote address at a luncheon at Mott Community College in Flint, Michigan in January 1991.  Yolanda King’s voice was loud, powerful, and soulful.

Lunch took place immediately after.  My mother and I were very excited to have sat at the same  table as Yolanda during lunch.  Yolanda had such a beautiful smile and talked to everyone seated at the table while we were eating.

When I told Yolanda my name (La Cracha pronounced Lacrisha), she smiled and said my name was beautiful.  She also told me how pretty I was.  After I thanked her, I turned and looked at my mother who was standing right behind me.  Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.  I am sure mine did the same!

To be honest, I wasn’t going to post anything about M.L. King Day.  I was looking through some old pictures a few hours ago and came across the one above.  Besides my mother and siblings, no one else has seen this picture.  Until now.

Yolanda King transitioned into Heaven, but she will always be one of the greatest women I have ever met.