Thousand Oaks, California I flew from coast to coast when I was nine years old. My father found work in August and…
The David story is now a bit I have down pat. First, I paint David in broad strokes—forty-four years old to my…
I have this visual of me trying to lift off of the ground so I can fly. Each time I’m about to…
“I like your locs!” This is what he said to me as I exited the car. I was enamored. For some reason,…
My body never belonged to me. It belonged to birthing pains and bloodstains, entry and exit wounds. It started as something someone…
My 10th grade English Lit teacher cannot pronounce my name. Ironic? I know. So, on the third week of class, I hold…
TGIF. LOL. BRB. TTYL. OMG. These are just a few of the text abbreviations that helped to maintain a character limit. Way…
An old black and white photograph of seven smiling Black women posing near the rear of a car is one of my…
I have big breasts, but no real figure, unless I suck in my stomach and pull my shirt tight at the back…
I don’t know how to swim. And funny enough, a little under 70% of Black people don’t. To make things interesting, my…
In the summer of 2018, when I was studying in Paris, a scam artist robbed me of five hundred dollars outside of…
Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of her neck like turkey waddle. Her eyelids…
The e-mail message was as jarring as the sound of an alarm clock on Saturday morning. Especially since I didn’t know the…
The clock on the kitchen wall said 8:45 pm. Fifteen more minutes and Trysten would be in bed. I stood in front…
Part I: Just For Me I look forward to the tri-annual ritual. My mother prepares to sacrifice her firstborn to the white…
My grandma’s house was always full. The hinges on the front door were almost invisible. In the heart of Cleveland, Ohio, not…