I had no other real choice, girlit was going to be warway before I felt a real small hand in minea child’sbefore our child let out…
I am scared of raising a Black woman in this world.
I am fearful of the men who will attempt to treat her like cargo, like a thing to be played with; disposable. I worry that when she leaves me, there will be times…
A few weeks ago, my partner and I spent a good thirty minutes taking stock of the cultural situation in our lives —specifically, the amount of Indian culture my daughter was exposed to. The alarming conclusion: almost zero. There are many ways to…
Why I was so happy to see a black girl rocking out on national TV
It’s getting on seven o’clock Saturday night. I’m sitting in the kitchen, by myself, a pot of ribs in the oven, a pair of dinner settings on the table, thumbing through an out of date newspaper. There’s no sign of…