It wasn’t easy growing up so far away from close family. All of my mother’s siblings and her parents lived below the Mason-Dixon line. We’d do our best to stay in touch between the long car rides or…
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They say there are five stages of grief and that there is no order in how a person navigates a certain loss. For me, grief has always been a journey that never ends, and I don’t know if I will…
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“You were ashes.” As I stood in the doorway of my sister Everette’s bedroom just past midnight, tears were warm and sticky on my…
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It’s here – midnight & indigo issue no.11! Featuring new short stories and essays by 10 emerging and established Black women storytellers from the…
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At first, there was only the Sun. Shining brightly, he illuminated powerfully in space. Sun knew he was a burning ball of gas…too hot…
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Monday, August 29, 2005; 6:45 AM The vibrant, psychedelic colors of a long-forgotten Spongebob Squarepants episode draining into a black void were the first signs that something was…
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The first time my white neighbor called the police it was during the renovation of our historic house in the deed-restricted neighborhood where we live. This is my…
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Therapy is the supportive process of accompanying one’s journey of transcendence from darkness to light to darkness again, ultimately landing somewhere in the middle. Therapy is an experience…
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As a kid, I remember the subject of race coming up twice in our family. The first time was when my brother began checking out…
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“Have you considered writing a book about your life?” It is likely someone has asked you this question, or maybe you have asked someone. Before…
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My 10th grade English Lit teacher cannot pronounce my name. Ironic? I know. So, on the third week of class, I hold my breath and…
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