Three months ago, I struggled with grief and dismay about a tragic death. Attending a joyous wedding recently brought me a sense of hope and gratitude, but also heightened the awareness of societal injustices and the need to work for a better world for future generations.
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.
Am I going to watch season one of the new Interview with the Vampire TV Series a 3rd time? This is the question I’m trying to answer in between parenting, meetings, classes and my “real” writing projects. The answer is yes.
or just thank you to Yona Harvey Three important things happened to me on October 1, 2014. My younger sisterYvonne
A reflection about what it was like to partner with Pittsburgh Arts & Lectures on the Ten Evenings event with poet, essayist, culture critic Ohioan Hanif Abdurraqib.
“Grief Thoughts” by Issa M. Mas is the gift 2022 didn’t tell me was coming my way. I’m so grateful.
A Love Letter for Punch Me Up to The Gods
I’m so thankful for Robyn Crawford’s book.
