What’s Lost, What’s Left, What’s Possible

What’s Lost, What’s Left, What’s Possible

I lost five relatives this year. The two oldest and most revered women in our family both moved on after beautiful, wild and peaceful existences—despite all the attempts to mar, tame and disturb them during their century on earth as Black women. The cousin closest to...
When Righteousness Requires Rebellion

When Righteousness Requires Rebellion

I am the kind of person who likes rules. I arrived in the world this way—sprang forth from the womb directing and correcting—immediately and intensely confused by people less inclined to stay in line. I once thought this was just a lucky disposition toward...