A country block from our Noble Street home, Ralph’s Deli had always been. The store was the epicenter of our side of…
I scroll the #blacktravelfeed hashtag on Instagram enduring hour 5 of my hair braiding appointment. Three hours remaining, I contemplate changing my…
Following closely behind church and Grandmama’s House, the third most important cultural center/gathering place in the Black community is The Shop. This…
“That sense of the sacredness of words, of writing, has been inside my mind, heart and imagination for such a long time.…
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…
The clock on the kitchen wall said 8:45 pm. Fifteen more minutes and Trysten would be in bed. I stood in front…