There is no blueprint for what happens next when a Black, goal-oriented, Type A, self-injuring, bulimic turns one year older — I have a confession: I hate my birthday. This year, July slid past me with the efficacy of a pickpocket: after it was long gone, I realized that something precious was taken from me. When the month of August arrived, I could feel the dread literally choking me, and I…

Until last week, I made a point to stay out of the discussion about Colin Kaepernick and his right to kneel during the national anthem. …

There is something poignant about holding space, making people acknowledge you

It’s been almost a week since Beyoncé dropped Lemonade, the complex, nuanced visual album that helped launch her Formation tour and set the entire Internet abuzz. …

It’s a tough time to be a Black academic. Paris, a city that gave many African-American intellectuals shelter during dark times in American history, is in a state of mourning and disarray. Last week, portraits of Black professors were defaced — at, of all places, Harvard Law School. Among them…