Honest. Unfiltered. Unapologetically Black and woman.
Our essays open a window into our inner worlds — reflections on memory, culture, joy, sorrow, self-love, and the experiences we carry. Writing that speaks plainly and powerfully, with truth at its center.
Each piece is chosen for its insight, voice, and emotional resonance, capturing the breadth and brilliance of Black women’s nonfiction across the diaspora.
Sometimes tender, sometimes sharp, always real.
“That sense of the sacredness of words, of writing, has been inside my mind, heart
The David story is now a bit I have down pat. First, I paint David
I have this visual of me trying to lift off of the ground so I
“I like your locs!” This is what he said to me as I exited the
My body never belonged to me. It belonged to birthing pains and bloodstains, entry and
My 10th grade English Lit teacher cannot pronounce my name. Ironic? I know. So, on
TGIF. LOL. BRB. TTYL. OMG. These are just a few of the text abbreviations that
An old black and white photograph of seven smiling Black women posing near the rear
I have big breasts, but no real figure, unless I suck in my stomach and
I don’t know how to swim. And funny enough, a little under 70% of Black
Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of
The e-mail message was as jarring as the sound of an alarm clock on Saturday
The clock on the kitchen wall said 8:45 pm. Fifteen more minutes and Trysten would
Part I: Just For Me I look forward to the tri-annual ritual. My mother prepares
My grandma’s house was always full. The hinges on the front door were almost invisible.
