My mother was born with one kidney when most of us are born with two. This sole organ singlehandedly cleansed her system,…
337. It’s the number of miles from New York to Virginia. It’s approximately 3 two-hour movies or a season and a half…
Behind them, the sun is rising. They’ve been crammed in the car for hours. Jimmy and Josie shouting about castle building and…
I like to find myself in works of art. Sometimes I see my sister in them too—our relationship at different times captured…
Sean is not you. Sean doesn’t drag me from bed at three in the morning, mouth pasty, eyes red, to marvel from…
The past sticks with us forever, even when we change names or give up our brains to be wiped out. I have…
Now Mo never mentioned the former residences for 2728 Prospect Street, unless she was spitting mad, and even then it wasn’t enough…
I scroll the #blacktravelfeed hashtag on Instagram enduring hour 5 of my hair braiding appointment. Three hours remaining, I contemplate changing my…
An old black and white photograph of seven smiling Black women posing near the rear of a car is one of my…
Clumps of wrinkled, white flesh hang from grandmother’s face and pool in the nape of her neck like turkey waddle. Her eyelids…
The clock on the kitchen wall said 8:45 pm. Fifteen more minutes and Trysten would be in bed. I stood in front…
My grandma’s house was always full. The hinges on the front door were almost invisible. In the heart of Cleveland, Ohio, not…
1. The day my sister disappeared, the uncomfortable red hue of the evening sky and the vibrancy of the grass complemented each…
“My name is Tavonne Carson. I’m six years old.” If she hadn’t said my name, I wouldn’t have believed the little girl…
When Helen lands in her birth country, nobody is there to greet her. The deathly heat from the Caribbean sun can’t penetrate…