You Mad? Say You Mad!
Pitcher 3- Anger I was nineteen and in love. When you're nineteen, it's so easy to fall in love. The right mix of insecurity hidden by fake smiles and cute clothes can attract every mischievous male in heat and deter…
Why BHM Is Still Relevant
My daughter is four. Just yesterday, we were calculating the number of states she’s visited and how it pales in comparison to the number of countries she’s traveled. Being an expat kid afforded her opportunities and exposure most kids her…
2015, The Reflection
So many thoughts as I reflect on 2015. It was a time of heartbreak for me and many very dear to me. This year took a friend’s son, paralyzed another, a friend’s brother, my last two grandparents, and a friend…
Fuck You and Your Simple Ass
Guest Blogger All ya’ll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin’, holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die!…
The Long Roads, Flights, & Tracks Home
A year ago, my husband and I watched the streets of Ferguson erupt in horror. We watched pictures and videos of the lifeless body of one of our young brothers fester in the street for hours and heard about the…
Ticking Clock
The end is near, and I’m not ready. April 30th marks my husband’s last day working for the company. We have one month afterwards to leave before the police come knocking. Singapore does not allow foreigners to just live here without…
Freedom Papers
The Beginning of the End January marked nine years that my husband has worked for the same company. I think he got a watch or something. Nine is his favorite number; his number of completion. He called it a sign,…
Something’s Gotta Give
This is why…. “We know this place…,” This scene is all too familiar; All too freshly sketched on the canvas of our memory. We can no longer boast of progression When we’ve only suffered from the repression of our history,…
Part I: The Holy Argument
[wpvideo 53OmkuN8] (In this article, I’m addressing those who care about the plight of black people and humanity in general. I have no interest in entertaining or trying to enlighten the weight of bigotry and ignorance at perilous times such…
Have a Seat at My Table
There are two older women cooking in my kitchen, and neither is my mother, grandmother, or close aunt. Considering the fact that for many southern American women such as myself, the kitchen is a sacred place where traditions are continued,…
