9/11 to a #BrownGirl New Yorker

I hate this day more than most days on the calendar. It is the one and only day in my life I hate being from NY. Today is the only day everyone ever wants to talk about. Where were you? What were you doing? They want you to tell them someone you loved was in …

My Mother and Phases of Sisterhood

Children of the African diaspora are broken. Yes, you, my darling. Scattered bits, held together with pain and glue. We travel through this life, carrying generations’ worth of hope and desire to survive, and spend so little time thriving. That is not our fault. The world we live in has been built for the explicit …