Face it, blacks. Michael Brown let you down.

So instead, can someone just shoot Jesus Christ already?

For a moment there, things were looking pretty good. A boy shot multiple times with his hands up. College bound. Poor. Innocent. And…

The Problem with GQ’s “Who Wants to Shoot an Elephant?”

Because Most Americans Are Cowards

In Memory of Michael Brown

It’s time to start calling America’s brand of racism what it is.

I grew up in Boston. By twelve, I was told by coaches, police, pastors, teachers, and girls that I was built…

I’m black, and I’m not afraid of the police

I’m more scared of America.

A short story about sex in Cambodia

Why that guy I slept with wasn’t worth the $20 I spent on Plan B

A black boy spit in my girlfriend’s face and here’s what we did about it

A Three-Ring Birth Circus

Life Lessons Learned While Midwifing Families in Haiti

Half-Baked Decisions

I awoke to the friendly chirping of my roommate, the gecko clinging to the flimsy wall of my palm-frond hut, and tossed on a bikini. No need to shower; the ocean was my bath, and salt and sand my natural exfoliants. My hut neighbor, the Dutch man, stopped by for a smoke. He was trying to…

My Coloring Book

Notes on Being Black and Dating White

I can’t say for sure when it hit me — the harsh reality of race and racism, that is. It probably didn’t knock me down like a punch in the stomach but perhaps arrived in a series of taps on my back that…