I lost my mom, not my need or ability to be mothered.
Seventeen years ago, the trill of a million cicadas greeted my sisters and me as we left the church where our mother raised us. They landed on our car and shouted above our grief as we followed the…
JaShyah Moore has been missing for an entire month.
The tragic death of Gabby Petito highlighted disparities in the amount of attention missing women and girls receive based on race. White women and girls are more likely to make it to the national news and stay in news cycles for…
There are three things I hate more than anything in the world. Three things that I find terrifying, horrifying and down-right creepy:
When I was ten, a family friend returned from a trip to Germany with a gift. I quietly hoped for a dozen Kinder…
Collaboration, not competition, is the heart and soul of the writing life.
This morning I met a fellow Girl Trek member, or Trekker, as we call ourselves. I spotted her rocking her SuperHero Blue and we immediately connected over the blessing of the Girl Trek Black History Bootcamp Podcast and…
At this moment
There is a bird singing that doesn’t know
She was never supposed to be here.
Invasive Species.
Foreign Song.
And yet she sings
Boldly and beautifully
And…
Today Disney+ released the 1997 film version of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. After 24 years (yes, that made me feel old too), the film still holds up as a beautiful rendition of a classic tale and a powerful example of how inclusionary casting makes good art.
I was six years…
I won’t be going to any Christmas parties this year.
It hit me while boxing up my crop tops and hauling out my sweaters for winter. …
We’re not friends.
There. I said it.
You and I are not friends anymore, and in the deepest parts of me, I wonder if we ever were.
Seriously. I question the things between us — the energy, history, past.
I thought I could tell you everything. All my sins and…
There’s a scene in “I Am Not Your Negro” where a 1950s housewife is twirling about in her kitchen, doing basic June Cleaver-esque things. In the background you hear a reading of James Baldwin’s that talks about the grotesque violence of it all.
I keep replaying that scene in my…
I think it was empathy we were afraid of —
When we took our vows.
Vows of celibacy, abstinence
Refusing to be a part of a world we could not escape,
Terrified of getting close enough to cling to something real.
We were afraid of failing.
And of knowing what…
