I’m back… And my book, well, it’s happening. More on that soon but I want to re-introduce myself: Hi, I’m Shonda, (not that Shonda) and I’m a writer. No, really. I’ve been a professional writer since my first story was published in the LA Weekly in 1992 after the Rodney…

I’ve tried to disengage from the news but it’s hard not to flip through channels and watch the circus ensue. The one thing that keeps getting repeating like a needle stuck on a scratched record, is how the president-elect supporters are not racists or misogynistic (I hope they all are…

Last night I went to bed with questions about belonging, James Baldwin and Richard Wright type questions: Do I belong in this country? One that my ancestors fought for, here in Indian Country, in a land where my father’s people picked, packed and carried cotton, tobacco, whatever, in Mississippi. …

I woke and opened my eyes to a quiet morning, trying to feel if it was the end of an era. I didn’t want to turn on my phone, or check any feeds. If I didn’t know, then I couldn’t react. But of course, taking my husband to work we…