“That sense of the sacredness of words, of writing, has been inside my mind, heart and imagination for such a long time. I can no longer remember a world without
There are days when you feel like you woke up in the middle of something. This was one of those
when i was just a little girl… …my paternal grandma taught me to cook what she called succotash. her recipe
It is a Saturday, and the sweltering Nigerian sun seems to have a point to
Monday, August 29, 2005; 6:45 AM The vibrant, psychedelic colors of a long-forgotten Spongebob Squarepants
The first time my white neighbor called the police it was during the renovation of
Therapy is the supportive process of accompanying one’s journey of transcendence from darkness to light
I saw The Notebook musical on Broadway during a Full Moon in Scorpio. Yes, I
Thousand Oaks, California I flew from coast to coast when I was nine years old.
Grandmothers Some little girls, with plaits and blemishes, cook rice and jerk chicken as the
It was cold on the way to Grandma’s house. Mom had plucked Tye and Jordan
I took the longest strides of my life during my first winter in America. Race-walking
“They’re making fun of my Arabic,” whispers my cousin as he squeezes next to me.
The Traveling Refugee. She watched her ancestors burn and hang. In the land of the
“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best
“That sense of the sacredness of words, of writing, has been inside my mind, heart
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
