Edge of Fifty
On not being the little girl I used to be.
At the time it seemedThey would laaaaastForEverMy girls floated in space around meAll beads and braids and giggles and balliesAnd
This was my first Haitian home. Stranded at the airport I knew nothing of Port-au-Prince’s landscape. I had studied much
On Severance, a show about stripping identity and forcing labor. So, I have an essay brewing in me. It’s a
Well, it’s the day after Mother’s Day but I know the holiday will be on my mind tonight when she
It’s my dad’s birthday. I’m thinking about the 35 years since I last saw him.
I was 22 when my tears first learned to harden in my eyes. A daughter of Africa, Virginia and Newark, I found myself closest to what I would call home in a hospital along the Artibonite River.
What Sullivan offers us big girls through Malaya with so much care and love is a reminder of our agency.
This is the first draft of a poem I’m working on about the tension Black womxn in Pittsburgh sometimes feel about the perennial question of whether to stay or leave what has been documented as one of the worst cities for us.
or just thank you to Yona Harvey Three important things happened to me on October 1, 2014. My younger sisterYvonne
This one goes out to all the folks using TV watching as a distraction for dealing with grief.
Just thinking about Black womxn and femmes tonight and wanting to be sassy always and wanting to be never scared. So I write.
“Grief Thoughts” by Issa M. Mas is the gift 2022 didn’t tell me was coming my way. I’m so grateful.
I’m still writing letters to writers. Sometimes they are long. That’s gonna have to be ok right now.
My top 5 favorite reads of 2021 celebration starts with Deesha Philyaw’s The Secret Lives of Church Ladies.
A Love Letter for Punch Me Up to The Gods
Reflections on Tayari Jones’ An American Marriage
by Tahirah J. Walker
I’m so thankful for Robyn Crawford’s book.
A thank you to all the aunties – through the transitions, ups and downs, we love you.
Through her writing she shares her experiences of growing up in a wild and unsettling environment at home and shares her journey to engage thought and spark a collective intention to do better than what has been. Her first book, a memoir, titled Wild Flowers, Orchards, and Men who pluck them will be published in the Winter of 2021 following a release of fiction, non-fiction and self help literature.
Faster, faster Bo faster! Gotta kep up That girl gonna run us ragged Gotta kep up So pretty in that
Journey Wading through the water, her toe kicked the jagged rocks nestled in its bed. She looked down to see
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It isn’t such a hard thing when people ask me what I did for Father’s Day. There are people I
Book launch question was if I thought Brian Broome was funny. I wish I had seven minutes to say all of this and more. I didn’t but I write soooo I wrote it.
“Why she do this?” I listened to those words roll off my husband’s lips. He was relaying a question he
My mom’s birthday. My dad’s death and me somewhere in between remembering.