PinnedTo all the whites I’ve loved beforeBeing called an “Oreo” as a young girl and throughout adulthood was a dagger thrown at me for existing in a Black body while cranking my…Mar 16, 2021Mar 16, 2021
Published inGrowing GriefBlessed AssuranceRosemarie tapped my shoulder to whisper, It’s time. I leapt to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed taking Grandma’s hand as she took…Jan 10, 2021Jan 10, 2021
On Being FollowedI got off the bus one stop early so that I could take the shortcut down Guerrero to 18th. By providence, I caught a stranger’s eyes on me…Jan 10, 2021Jan 10, 2021
Limbs of LamentationA year from yesterday, I sat quiet with my grandmother on the couch in her living room. It was before the nurses were there around the…Jan 10, 2021Jan 10, 2021
Why Positive Thinking can feel like bullshit and what I do insteadI am a queer, overweight, black woman over 40 trying to break into an industry that primarily values straight, thin, white men under 30…Oct 26, 20173Oct 26, 20173
