The Bad Black

I’m not a good Black. I used to be. When I was born, my dad said I reminded him of Jimi Hendrix due to my wild, curly afro; and loud, […]

Shelved My Shuck & Jive

It’s always interesting when you hear about yourself from someone else’s perspective.  Last week, I went out with a woman whose son used to attend the same school one of […]

The Armor We Wear

Once upon a time, you put on either a super hero costume, a tutu, a princess dress, or a cowboy hat, and basked in your potential.  I know you did.  […]