1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…
Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…
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At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”…
When her reflection stared back at her, proud and plus-sized often went horribly in these…
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Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…
Has it happened to you? Maybe you’re scrolling through Twitter searching… no, damn near begging…
A typical Sunday morning as a millennial five-year-old Black girl may have gone like this:…