I can clean my entire apartment in under two hours. That’s two podcasts or one
I am embarrassed to admit that I loved Levittown even when it didn’t love me.
My mother never gave me the family recipe for candied yams, so I gotta figure
I can’t remember ever not wanting to be a mother. The lullaby to first tuck
On Christmas night, I found peace in my mother’s rendition of a Jody Watley song.
“Wòch nan dlo pa konnen doulè wòch nan solèy.” The rock in the water cannot
My mother was born with one kidney when most of us are born with two.
Grandma. I always just referred to her as that without any qualifiers. I said Grandma
2011. The first boy I ever loved had dimples in both cheeks, a passion for
Musu sat on a big rock. A beige bar of caustic soap stood vertically on
Fresh Fear In Chicago, death smells like fresh grass and barbecue. When that last school
337. It’s the number of miles from New York to Virginia. It’s approximately 3 two-hour
The Mole arrived in the summer of 2020, the same summer I dropped out of
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
