I shut down yesterday. Body and soul reached their saturation points. Soul exhaustion was the diagnosis. Ears couldn’t listen to another rant. Eyes couldn’t watch any more. I’ve seen enough to know that justice is not blind. She wears an eye patch, pillaging hope like Captain Morgan. One eye always Read more
“It’s like a hall pass for bad birthday behaviour, and other ish.” me, yesterday Who doesn’t love celebrating a birthday? There are very few questions that have unanimous answers, but look at the question. Even if you don’t enjoy celebrating your own birthday there is someone you love to celebrate Read more
“Oh, one more thing..“What?”Click. The line went dead. And so he has the last word. Negating all the words that came before. Click and zip. Zero. Nada. He cuts the connection and literally silences my argument. I am left seething in a void. There is no calling back, the phone Read more
2020 has been a beast of a year, and we’ve still got a third left. I don’t dare ask what’s next. I’m confounded by the deaths of the Black Mamba and the Black Panther in a world reeling with loss. My pain flares anew at memes that question whether my Read more
“Wow” she whispered. It was going to be like that. Rude awakenings. Quite literally discovering ugly truths about your new lover before the coffee was cold in the cup. Leesa’s coffee always went cold. She didn’t really love coffee truth be told, but it was the one social libation she Read more
Rage. I was all set to write about rage and then something washed over me. Grace? Probably not. Probably fatigue. I’m spent, what with all the raging. I remember that there’s a new moon, maybe it transited to a benevolent position when I sat down to write. I want to Read more
There is a picture, in a box, in a basement, of a little girl that could be this little girl. She is also a little brown girl with a Jamaican father and Asian bloodlines. Her hair is in two identical braids held in place with the same baubles. The baubles Read more
Oh hair. It’s a busy subject, a hub for much physical judgement. For many women our image is entangled with our tresses. For black women it’s an even knottier affair with as many twists as we have curl patterns. Allow me to unbraid the journey to my current moment of Read more