Therapy is the supportive process of accompanying one’s journey of transcendence from darkness to light to darkness again, ultimately landing somewhere in…
I don’t remember how old I was when my parents bought the brown metallic closet with the mirror on the front, but…
I climbed the stairs to Aunt Tee’s apartment. The hallway was dark but the semi-opened blinds let in a hint of sunlight…
I remember the time you left your phone at home in our first apartment. It was an old loft close to campus.…
Virginia Woolf once said: Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and…
By age 6, I knew what nostalgia meant, and it already felt like a dirty word. Nostalgia was a lecture about old…
“African-American girls always score higher than their white peers when it comes to self-esteem,” one of my High School teachers lectured. I…
Let me start by giving my parents the grace they deserve. My mother was only sixteen when she had me, and the…
It’s morning again. The cold outside beats against everything it encounters and my old bedroom windows tremble, struggling to keep the warmth…
I changed jobs earlier in the year. It was the type of job that had me jump from plane to plane and…
It was Christmas Eve, I guess technically Christmas because it was past midnight. We are, in fact, die-hard, committed Catholics, and on…
When you’ve got moxie, you need the clothes to match. When you haven’t got it, they need to match even more. The…
We’re alone, Patrick and I, in a three-story house an hour outside of Naples, Italy. In Tufo, Italy. It took us one…
Black bodies are the world’s playground. Full of color, music, song, dance, cheer, and laughter that delights the masses. It is the…
I was twenty-four years old when I learned about the Central Park Case. Browsing the documentary section on Amazon Prime, I happened…
In this Think-Like-A-Man world, this Fault-in-our-Stars universe, it embarrasses me to say that I am inept at love. Falling in love is…