“I’m sorry for your loss. Though the coroner’s report said your father departed on June 29th, July 1 (2005) will be the…
My mother’s eyes are bulging, glassy and wild, almost spinning in their sockets with fear. Her cracked lips are pulled back from…
“African-American girls always score higher than their white peers when it comes to self-esteem,” one of my High School teachers lectured. I…
Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter that delights the masses. It is the…
I was twenty-four years old when I learned about the Central Park Case. Browsing the documentary section on Amazon Prime, I happened…
“Call the motherfuck….Call the….” I make out muffled screams from outside. Barely there. From the comfort of my bed, I ignore. People…
Daddy straddled the heap of toys that lived on the floor of our playroom in Brentwood, Long Island. Tiny plastic arms splintered…
“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some vulnerably-exposed area of my head, neck or…
Has it happened to you? Maybe you’re scrolling through Twitter searching… no, damn near begging for a meme of happiness… then BOOM!…
I came across THICK: and Other Essays when I discovered a shortlist on the New York Times entitled, “Five Essay Collections by…
My journey to motherhood has at once been a step forward into uncharted territory and a step back into an almost forgotten…
My daughter is black. Skin like turned earth. Eyes the color of midnight. A black freckle on the underside of her wrist…
I’ve been dreaming. In my dreams, my sisters sit in circle formation, our legs crossed after a long day of picking okra.…