I was robbed this week. I felt violated on multiple levels. There was a loss to my sense of physical safety, the loss of my bank cards, the loss of my only valid form of identification, plus the sense of security that these things brought. Just as disruptive were the loss of the time and energy that it would take to replace them.Read More
I don’t remember my mother ever tucking me in at night. Or reading me a bedtime story. Or ordering me to brush my teeth. I’m sure she did these things, but I have no recollection of these mundane moments.
Let me tell you what I do remember.Read More
you’re not supposed to say that you are beautiful. you’re not supposed to say that you knocked it out of the park, that you worked it, and that your work was Fiyah…Read More
Never before have I been rendered nearly speechless by an author's work.Read More
I almost cried, ya’ll, when I felt my hair and detected only a couple of inches in a small afro. It’s not what I expected. It’s not what I wanted, but there it was.Read More