A country block from our Noble Street home, Ralph’s Deli had always been. The store
I scroll the #blacktravelfeed hashtag on Instagram enduring hour 5 of my hair braiding appointment.
Following closely behind church and Grandmama’s House, the third most important cultural center/gathering place in
“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
The clock on the kitchen wall said 8:45 pm. Fifteen more minutes and Trysten would
Hair like strong twine, sweet like the harvest of a California grape vine, to stop
