Forward and Interview by Carolina Meurkens, Photography by Joana Meurkens In a society that values whiteness and one’s ability to approximate it, hair can be a battleground. When I approached Joana and Kimber with the idea of starting Mixed Mag, one of the things I was excited to tackle head on was hair. Something that…

In this series, I’ll be interviewing Black birth workers (doulas and midwives) and shedding light on the importance of bringing the conversation of birth into mainstream narratives. In Part One of Mixed Mag’s Black Birth Worker Interview Series, I talked to NYC based doulas Azuri Jenkins and Blue Andrew. They both opened up to me about how they came into doula work, the spirituality of birth, and more!

By Prakriti Bhardwaj (Picture by Medness) Climate change continues to make its presence felt. But this year, it got a little (actually, a lot) too close for comfort. In the initial months of the year, Australia was going through its harshest bushfire season ever. I woke up to apocalyptic scenes of heavy smoke clouds and…

The key to shadow work is understanding that we are not expelling these negative or ‘bad’ aspects of ourselves, instead we are recognizing them and learning to live with them.

by Mayana Torres As I sit here on a Saturday prospect park day, I see a little baby boy learning how to walk. He falls down and looks back — his face and body preparing for a hard cry. But his dad swoops in and helps him get up,  he smiles it off and waddling,…

Growing up, my immigrant mother from Colombia, always stressed the importance of taking care of my skin. I, like her, had been graced with skin that was low maintenance and easy to work with. My mom really enforced the law of sunscreen in our household from a young age; rainy day? Sunscreen. Sitting inside all day? Sunscreen. I was raised with a tenement of skincare I hold holy to this day; sunscreen is essential.

For the next three days, I find myself having crying spells. Unprompted, heavy, crying spells, and every time I find myself doing one particular thing to soothe the pain. I wrap my arms around myself and squeeze. A pandemic is hard enough without the death of a close family member, especially when you feel like you’re on an episode of Black Mirror and you see all the mini fires surrounding you.

Like a lot of you, I am battling with the fact that school has relocated to the same place I’ve spent the last few months, home. Home has become a blessing, but I have caught myself having a bittersweet connection with it. We have had to rework our understanding of what home means to us and how we thought we were going to experience this fall.