My Dearest Black Valentine
My Dearest Valentines, I love you. Those words are insufficient; like one color in a rainbow. Expressly, I adore you. I am in love with you madly, completely, proudly, my […]
Sistas’ Love Revolt
I imagined that the windows would stretch from the perimeter of my plush, dove gray carpeting to the edge of the crown molding of some office, in some major city, […]
Eeerbody Ain’t Gonna Be Happy for You
“If you ain’t got haters, you ain’t doing anything.” (Katt Williams) “Eeerbody ain’t gonna be happy for you.” (My Momma} The most unnerving thing I’ve ever done in my life […]
STEP OUT OF THE RING: A Word About Colorism
As the story goes, when my Grandmother on my father’s side would walk into church, the preacher and every deacon would whisper under their breaths: “Amen.” When she was a […]
The Lion Cares Nothing About the Elephant: Listening To Your Voice
We, new friends, bonded by the intimacy that long trips to faraway places brings, stood in the relatively short TSA lines in Houston to catch our connecting flights, when she […]
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, […]
Rachel Dolezal –and My Lack of Outrage
I know I’m going to get a tongue-lashing or two and may lose a point on my Black-card, but I’m just can’t seem to get outraged about Rachel Dolezal pretending to be a Sista.
Hold up — hear me out. I know that this story touches on deeper issues: the way Ms. Dolezal felt as if she could relegate our race down to hair, dress and skin color; the disrespect that she paid to our entire race and culture by acting as if Blackness is something that you can take on and off; and just quite simply the fact that she lied. I get it –trust me.