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Kanson Fè. The iron pants. The strength our grandparents wore to survive, migrate, and start over with almost nothing. Our community has turned that strength into something remarkable, and it shows up everywhere you look in Georgia. Haitians are leading in healthcare as nurses, nurse practitioners, and physicians. We are attorneys, accountants, financial advisors, and real estate brokers. We are educators, engineers, pastors, social workers, and government employees. We are c

Jackson Cherfils came to the U.S. in 2024 with big hopes and dreams of bringing his athletic talents to Metro Atlanta, GA as soon as he arrived. A top selected player from Haiti's Under 14 - National Team in Port Au Prince, Jackson knew that he could contribute to the soccer team at his new school - the Campbell High School Spartans in Smyrna, GA. He waited patiently, practiced hard and kept up with his studies hoping to hear back from the GHSA - (Georgia High School Associat

On April 1, 2026, Coral Springs Vice Mayor Nancy Metayer Bowen was found dead inside her home. She was 38 years old, a first-generation Haitian American, an environmental scientist, and the first Black and Haitian American woman elected to the Coral Springs City Commission. Police have described her death as a domestic violence incident. Her husband has been charged with murder.

Spring has arrived in Georgia, and with it comes a familiar invitation: to pause, to notice what is growing, and to tend what needs attention. April carries a particular energy. The blossoms are no longer a promise. They are here. The ground is warm enough to receive whatever we choose to plant. As we carry forward the spirit of Women’s History Month and the strength of the women who anchor our families, workplaces, and community spaces, this season offers a framework for som

Close your eyes for a moment and go back to your grandmother's kitchen. Maybe it was in Port-au-Prince. Maybe it was in Savannah. Maybe it was in a small apartment in Brooklyn that somehow always smelled like something good was on the stove. You walked in and she was already there, moving with a certainty that came not from a cookbook, but from decades of knowing. She did not measure. She did not hesitate. She just knew. And if you were lucky, if you were paying attention,

February 7, 1986. People poured into the streets of Port-au-Prince before dawn. Men wept. Women held their children toward the sky. Someone’s grandmother, who had never danced in public, danced. After 29 years of Duvalier terror, after 30,000 souls swallowed by darkness, after the systematic looting of our national dignity, we thought we were finally free.

Every February, we speak the name Martin Luther King Jr. We know his dream. We can recite the speech. But there is something we do not always understand: the ground beneath our feet in America was broken open by people we do not always remember. And when we forget them, we forget ourselves. We forget the truth of how we came to be here.

January does not knock gently. It arrives with questions that penetrate the comfortable narratives we've constructed about ourselves. What will you carry forward? What must you finally release? Who will you choose to become when no one is watching?

As we stand at the threshold of a new year, many of us in the diaspora carry the weight of what broke us in the last one. 2025 has been particularly brutal. Political leaders have belittled us, reducing our stories to lies and our humanity to talking points. Families face deportation after decades of building lives here. Businesses that took years to establish now struggle as customers stay away, afraid to be associated with us. The professional credibility we worked so hard

The weight of a year settles heaviest in December. Not in the festivities or the forced cheer, but in the quiet moments between when the noise dies and we're left alone with the truth of what we've survived. December doesn't ask us to celebrate what happened. It demands we reckon with who we became in the process.

The School Bell Rings, But Home Remains the Foundation As August winds down and backpacks fill our living rooms, Haitian parents across Georgia are preparing for another school year. But before our children step into those hallways, we have the sacred opportunity to strengthen the foundation they carry with them: the emotional safety of home.

October arrives each year clothed in pink, but beyond the ribbons lies something far more important: information that could save your life. Breast cancer will affect 1 in 8 women in their lifetime, but here's what often gets lost: this isn't just a women's issue. Men can develop it too, often with delayed diagnoses. Awareness means understanding the disease, knowing your risk, and taking action.

Generative AI has significantly disrupted the landscape of marketing, transforming how businesses, especially small ones connect with their audiences, create content, and make data-driven decisions. At the core of this disruption is AI’s ability to automate, personalize, and scale marketing efforts in ways that were previously time-consuming or cost-prohibitive. For small businesses that have traditionally faced limitations in terms of budget, staffing, and access to high-lev

In a dynamic and competitive city like Atlanta, running a successful local business requires more than just delivering quality products...