For as long as I can remember, my great-grandmother never let a night go by without turning on the electric candlesticks perfectly…
For as long as I can remember, my great-grandmother never let a night go by without turning on the electric candlesticks perfectly…
It was a terribly hot September. Though it drizzled now and then, the thick stagnant air of summer refused to give way…
What did it mean for a black woman to be an artist in our grandmothers’ time? In our great-grandmothers’ day? It is…
Visiting my grandfather in North Carolina was nothing short of a civic wonderland. Before my feet had even crossed the flaxen welcome…
It wasn’t easy growing up so far away from close family. All of my mother’s siblings and her parents lived below the…
They say there are five stages of grief and that there is no order in how a person navigates a certain loss.…
Pain \peyn\ n. 3a. Physical or bodily suffering; a continuous, strongly unpleasant or agonizing sensation in the body, such as…
It is a Saturday, and the sweltering Nigerian sun seems to have a point to prove, or a vendetta. I walk toward…
My story will be faithful to reality, or at least to my personal recollection of reality, which is the same thing. The…
The past sticks with us forever, even when we change names or give up our brains to be wiped out. I have…
The girl you ask to dinner will never show you her true face. Her deep, caramelized skin is carefully concealed beneath layers…
I guess I’ve been an art historian, informally I’d say I’ve always “geeked out over art,” since my teens in San Francisco.…
I hear my student say that word and I’m not surprised. I knew this student was going to say it because this…
Dear God, It’s your Ugandan daughter, with the 4C hair. As you know, I was born in Mengo Hospital between day and…
“African-American girls always score higher than their white peers when it comes to self-esteem,” one of my High School teachers lectured. I…