The smell of bergamot grease and hot iron always brings it back—the sticky, humid pulse
“…you build a life where you can shine in the world and still be eager,
When I’ve told the story about my cousin’s wedding on a plantation to other Black
I wiped your ass before you knew you had one. I didn’t say one mumbling
I met God at a strip mall conjunction of a liquor store-jazz club-Baptist church. Well,
As a child, I used to wear pants on my head. I mean that quite
She won’t let go until I do. Like jazz. Reaffirming that I am beloved, she
I arranged a reading with a Santería priestess per my sister’s advice. Our ancestors had
The sky is milky-eye gray over Paramount, Los Angeles. LA has been hurting since the
Auntie Cee was a real boss, a Human Resources specialist with swag back when Black
As a four-year-old playing in the living room of my grandmother’s Soviet era apartment in
I think I am not a good Black girl. A good Black woman. But I’ve
It’s April, and around this time I usually get a visit from an old friend–grief.
The ad I saw on Groupon for an “Atlanta Colon Hydrotherapy Session” was a photo
when i was just a little girl… …my paternal grandma taught me to cook what
