Thousand Oaks, California I flew from coast to coast when I was nine years old. My father found work in August and in September, he shepherded our family from Silver
I can name every note of the sweet pea’s scent. Like most girls, from a young age, the delicate beauty
Auntie Cee was a real boss, a Human Resources specialist with swag back when Black women were ghosts in corporate
As a four-year-old playing in the living room of my grandmother’s Soviet era apartment in
Autumn, 1978. The Jonestown massacre had just splashed across the nation’s newspapers, and my mother
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
My skin is a map of what has happened in my life. Engraved with sad
Hey, hey, hey! You’ve reached the phenomenally favored and fantastic ______! It is her mantra
Japa – Migration (Noun) Origin: Yoruba, meaning ‘to run swiftly’ ‘to escape’ Translated from the
It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.14! Eight Black women writers from the U.S.,
I never saw Nanny cry. Not even when her humble, eat-off-the-floor-clean basement apartment flooded repeatedly.
when i was just a little girl… …my paternal grandma taught me to cook what
The last time my mother broke my heart, my brother and his college friends had
It was the year Twitter launched, the Human Genome Project published the final chromosome sequence,
My daughter is five. We’re standing in the living room of our apartment, across from
I started my romance novel the same way I started most academic papers: with a
