If the Shooter Turns Out To Be Black: the YouTube Shooter
Phone news alerts dinging. Breaking news! Multiple shootings. “Oh God! Please don’t let the shooter be Black. This is horrible. I hope that the victims are okay,” most Black people […]
Yearning For Wakanda-Euphoria Forvever
In a hot, dusty field with no grass, trees or flowers, lay emaciated African children with protruding bellies and bulging eyes, too weak to move or to swat away the […]
Black History Month –Yaaasss or Naw?!!
Some stuff is predictable: Trump tweeting, a Kardashian thirsting, and Black folks debating about Black History Month. I know that in February, some of us will embrace Black History Month […]
Apologies From Racists: Worthless or a Way to Start Healing
At my son’s former elementary school, like at many schools, popularity was illustrated by at which table you sat during lunch. My son sat at the table of the “cool” […]
The Gift – Thank you, Sisters
I was in 2nd grade with uneven pony tails, crooked teeth, a fondness for Hello Kitty and Scooby Doo when I resolutely decided the answer to that oft asked question, […]
Enough already. Must I Throw My Kid a Graduation Party?
I’m headed to my son’s sports banquet. It’s activity #23 I think of the things his school has lined up for us to do leading up to his 8th grade […]
Real Cards for Real Life.
Perhaps my life has been unusually dysfunctional. My family has been miles away from any of those portrayed on television and my relationships have been worlds away from those portrayed […]
homeLESS
I don’t have a home. I don’t have a home for my family or me and I don’t know where to go. The formula didn’t work. You get a creditable […]
Valentine’s Lay
She just couldn’t stop herself. Although she didn’t hear a beep, she checked again. No text.
Her legs, her whole body was still sore two days later. Theirs was always a hurt-so- good type of fuck. When she got to his spot on Thursday, he answered the door wearing only gray sweatpants that hung down on his hips, illustrating how he spent his time when locked-up: sit-ups and tattoos.
Let Me Break. I Ain’t Broken!
He extended his arms and grasped a large wagon wheel: placing his right hand on the top and the other on the nine-o’clock position. His eyes stayed intensely focused on […]