Ianna A. Small | Founder & Editor in Chief Ianna A. Small is the visionary force behind midnight & indigo, a media company with a literary focus dedicated to celebrating the voices of Black women writers worldwide. As CEO and…
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I took the longest strides of my life during my first winter in America. Race-walking in between classes as my nostrils felt slithering pain at every inhalation and exhalation. When I packed up everything— my belongings that could fit in…
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“They’re making fun of my Arabic,” whispers my cousin as he squeezes…
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The summer Aneka’s leg is broken, her big sister Rima has a sleepover with all of her lacrosse friends. Aneka helps her set up…
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If I walked to the window in the kitchen, the little one right above the creaky sink, I could look out over the backyard…
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My mother never gave me the family recipe for candied yams, so I gotta figure it out myself. Everyone else already has a Sunday…
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Si·en·na /sēˈenə/ noun a kind of ferruginous earth used as a pigment in painting, normally yellowish-brown in color (raw sienna) or deep reddish-brown when roasted (burnt sienna). …
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For seven days straight, I’d dreamed of snapping green beans at my Nana’s feet, on the floor in the dining room, up against the wall with a metal…
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My favorite book as a child was The People Could Fly. I stared with fascination at the illustrations of people with backs as straight as ironing boards, feet…
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I text Alicia that I’m outside and when she responds, I’m already ringing the doorbell. the text was just a courtesy. whether she’s ready for…
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The leaves on the two maple trees in the yard beamed a spectacular fiery red as the blue bottles that hung from them shimmered under…
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No roads led here, this place like a scar of an old wound. No signs marked its location, no post hung with its name. There…
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My story will be faithful to reality, or at least to my personal recollection of reality, which is the same thing. The events took place…
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Fresh Fear In Chicago, death smells like fresh grass and barbecue. When that last school bell rang at the end of the school year, we…
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I text Alicia that I’m outside and when she responds, I’m already ringing the doorbell. the text was just a courtesy. whether she’s ready for…
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