I need to remind myself that Mama is human, that she is not endless love, and food, and sacrifice. But she makes…
I was ten years old when I first witnessed domestic violence. It was a hot summer day on Hobart street. Children were…
“If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.” — Audre…
“Have you considered writing a book about your life?” It is likely someone has asked you this question, or maybe you have…
“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…
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…