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Welcome to My Life Raising Brown Girls NYC.

My name is Lyndia, and I’m a Black woman, a mother, a founder, and a Brooklyn native who believes deeply in the power of community, intentional parenting, and raising girls who know exactly who they are. I am also a single mother raising two beautiful daughters, Tereya “Rae” and Ny’Asia “Ny.” They are my brown girls, my greatest loves, and two of the greatest sources of purpose in my life.

Why “Brown Girls”? I chose the words “Brown Girls” intentionally. To me, they represent more than a color. They represent identity, culture, representation, visibility, belonging, and the beautiful diversity within our communities. Representation matters. Identity matters. And the way we speak to our daughters today can influence the way they speak to themselves tomorrow. Raising Black and Brown girls requires intentionality. We want our daughters to understand their history while knowing that their history does not limit their future. We want them to see beauty within themselves. We want them to develop confidence without apology. We want them to understand that their voices matter. And we want them to grow up surrounded by people who affirm them, challenge them, protect them, encourage them, and believe in their potential. That is the heart of Raising Brown Girls.

My journey into motherhood did not happen according to a perfect plan. I became a mother with my oldest daughter, Tereya, at 20 years old. Her father and I experienced challenges that ultimately led us to end our relationship when she was two. Although he has lived in another state for much of her life, over the years we were able to develop a respectful relationship that ultimately grew into a meaningful friendship.

I became a mother a second time with my youngest daughter, Nyasia, at 27 years old. My experience with my youngest daughter's father has been difficult. We were once engaged, but eventually I made the difficult decision to walk away for my own peace of mind and for the well-being of my children. Co-parenting has presented its own challenges, and developing a cooperative relationship continues to be a work in progress. I never imagined I would become a single mother twice. But life doesn't always follow the blueprint we create for ourselves. I've learned that an unexpected chapter does not mean the story is over. It simply means we have an opportunity to write the next chapter differently.

The idea for Dear Diary: My Life Raising Brown Girls began with encouragement from a friend and former coworker who believed my experiences could help other mothers. What started as a personal blog has become much bigger. It became a place where I could tell the truth about motherhood. A place where I could talk about the beautiful moments and the difficult ones. A place where I could discuss single motherhood, co-parenting, faith, relationships, education, health, wellness, bullying, peer pressure, entertainment, family life, and the everyday realities of raising two African American daughters.

Most importantly, it became a place where mothers could feel seen. Because sometimes motherhood doesn't require another opinion. Sometimes you simply need someone who understands. Someone who will listen. Someone who can say, “You are not alone.”

My Life Raising Brown Girls NYC is evolving beyond my personal diary into a community-centered platform for mothers, parents, caregivers, educators, mentors, and allies who believe that Black and Brown girls deserve to be celebrated, supported, protected, educated, represented, and empowered. I chose the words “Brown Girls” intentionally. To me, they represent more than a color. They represent identity, culture, representation, visibility, belonging, and the beautiful diversity within our communities.

Our Mission


My Life Raising Brown Girls NYC exists to celebrate, support, and empower families raising Black and Brown girls through storytelling, community, education, representation, and connection. We create space for honest conversations while celebrating our girls’ joy, brilliance, culture, beauty, resilience, and limitless potential. Our mission is simple: to make motherhood feel less lonely, help our daughters know their worth and identity, and empower the next generation of confident, culturally grounded women.

We’re not just raising girls. We’re raising them together.

 

Our Vision

We envision My Life Raising Brown Girls NYC growing from a personal blog into a platform, community, and movement that creates meaningful opportunities for Black and Brown girls and the families who raise them. Most importantly, we want every girl who encounters this community to see herself reflected and know, “I belong here.” Because she does. Click here to learn more about our Mission and Vision.

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