Narrative Essays

Musings of pensive Black girls. Think pieces to political, self-love journeys to ones that make you laugh out loud.

Dr. Tubman: The Universe Sent Me a Black Woman Therapist

I sat on the couch of a woman who decorates her office to make it…

What I Did To Make My Body Smaller & What I Found When I Gave Up

My parents used to keep a lot of photo albums around the house. In one,…

Scars

I have melanated skin, which helps me look younger than my age, but I also…

Halle Berry Was My Mother Until A Junkie Found Me

I am going to tell you the sad pathetic truth about me. I am a…

Illium, Ischium, and Pubis: For Black Women, Hips Are More Than Just Bones

Once, a former co-worker of mine stopped me in the middle of working, calling my…

Us + Sandra Bland vs. The State

“Call the motherfuck….Call the….” I make out muffled screams from outside. Barely there. From the…

Porches

There’s something about a porch that speaks to my soul, love one that’s furnished like…

A Jones For You

I remember the night we met in Atlanta. On a cold evening in December, I turned around and there…

The Black Female Body: A Figure in Motion, Never at Rest

Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter…

How to Share A Bed

When my little sister invited me to be her Maid of Honor, she sent me…

Black Barbie

Daddy straddled the heap of toys that lived on the floor of our playroom in…

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“The Passing”

Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of…

Not my Daughter

“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some…

Not Part of the Agreement

My nails kept time on the arm of the chaise to the ticking of the…

Delky, Tevin Campbell, and The Promise of Today

I hope tomorrow will bring a better you, better me I know that we’ll show…