Black, Invisible & Content in Croatia
Ordinarily, when the doorbell rings, I’m still donning my thick, charcoal-colored, ankle-length robe and black satin doo-rag, working at the tiny glass and metal desk positioned at the corner of […]
Does Your One Black Friend Have One Black Friend & Other Thoughts
“Randi, why couldn’t you just keep your *%^!& mouth shut,” is my 2nd most repeated self-admonishment, after “Why in the %%^@$ did you just eat that?” This damn “Robin-Hood, Thurgood […]