Once, a former co-worker of mine stopped me in the middle of working, calling my
“Every human being is intended to have a character of his own; to be what
I can clean my entire apartment in under two hours. That’s two podcasts or one
I am embarrassed to admit that I loved Levittown even when it didn’t love me.
I can’t remember ever not wanting to be a mother. The lullaby to first tuck
“Wòch nan dlo pa konnen doulè wòch nan solèy.” The rock in the water cannot
Grandma. I always just referred to her as that without any qualifiers. I said Grandma
2011. The first boy I ever loved had dimples in both cheeks, a passion for
Fresh Fear In Chicago, death smells like fresh grass and barbecue. When that last school
The Mole arrived in the summer of 2020, the same summer I dropped out of
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
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
