Stephanie Jordan
Bio
Brown Woman. Mom. Writer. Lover of my People.
Stories (4/0)
My Dad
I didn’t always consider my dad to be my dad. We had some rough patches in life, so at some point I began considering him a sperm donor; we had no real relationship. However, during the last few years of his life he made an incredibly miraculous change in how he dealt with me and my 3 younger sisters. Those were absolutely our best times with him.
By Stephanie Jordan 2 years ago in Families
Date Night
Let me tell you about one of the best nights I’ve ever had. So I’m driving down the highway and I was so annoyed. I realized I HATE MY JOB!!! That thought rang in my mind as I drove away from the place that took up the majority of my life, my time, and my energy for five out of the seven days we get in a week. I only majored in business administration in college because I couldn’t find a good pre-law program, but I had a plan. I would get my paralegal certificate in conjunction with my degree in business, take the LSAT, go to law school, pass the Bar Exam, and later become the best damn lawyer anyone had ever seen. Eventually, I would use the knowledge I gained from getting my business degree to help me run my own law firm. However, that plan didn’t work out at all, so I ended up in a customer service position straight out of college. I later moved to sales and I’ve been stuck there ever since. It’s been 17 years since graduation, I’m still in sales, and I hate it! I said all of that to say, I was happy it was Friday.
By Stephanie Jordan 2 years ago in Fiction
Unapologetically Brown
Why did I choose to title this blog “Unapologetically Brown?” Well, when my children were young, my daughter at the time kept wondering why African American people were called “black.” In learning colors, she could see the clear difference between black and brown and she knew that her skin, and most of the people she was surrounded by regularly, were not “black.” She would always say, “I am not black, I am brown.” I had no choice but to agree with her, and since then, to be honest, I kind of think twice before I call our people “black.” I will go for the longer version of “African American” before I say “black.” I have my reservations about the “African American” term as well, but I feel it’s the better of the two. It’s crazy how young people can teach us so much if we only allow ourselves to hear and learn. So as parents, their dad and I are teaching them to be Unapologetically Brown, and that’s why you’re here with me today.
By Stephanie Jordan 2 years ago in Humans
Who Would’ve Thought?
Bryson is a 45 year old financial consultant, who never married or had children. He lives in Brooklyn, NY, where he was born and raised, being the only child of James and Anne Williams. They were a close knit family until Bryson began letting his work consume him. Five years ago, Bryson was supposed to fly out to his parents home in Los Angeles for Christmas. However, he canceled on them because of work. They decided to fly out and surprise Bryson instead, but sadly never made it to New York. There was a snow storm, causing the pilot to lose control of the plane, and crash. Bryson’s parents died that night. The devastation and guilt overtook him, causing him to stop working and interacting with friends. No work meant no money coming in, and no money meant no bills were being paid. He had no real desire to live life fully, felt unworthy of happiness, and therefore found himself wandering through life aimlessly. After being evicted, he began sleeping on park benches, and after much searching, he finally found a hidden spot in his favorite park, Prospect Park, where he remained.
By Stephanie Jordan 3 years ago in Families