I am in love. I’ve known it since I was a teenager, looking with young brown eyes at his chocolate skin and easy smile. He called me shorty, and it was all over. I lived for his hugs, his daps, and my heart strings were tied to the soles of his feet. That love startedContinue reading “Love Song to Black Men”
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Wifey: Working Stripper Poles Before Supper Time
My eyes rounded as the woman in front of me gripped the pole and spread her legs toward Heaven. God works in mysterious ways; this was the only explanation I had for what I was witnessing. Kirk Franklin’s Gospel song about redemption, “Imagine Me,” played in the background, an odd choice for a pole dance. HerContinue reading “Wifey: Working Stripper Poles Before Supper Time”
What to Do After “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop?”
Yesterday, while busting suds, I started thinking about what I wanted to do with my creativity for the next few years. Because we all have life-changing conversations with ourselves while washing Pyrex dishes, right? I had a great week freelance editing and writing across platforms, and doing fun things like that makes me want to do moreContinue reading “What to Do After “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop?””
Why I’m Adopting an HBCU
Before A Different World, I had no idea what a Historically Black College or University (HBCU) was. I knew that college was a magical place I was expected to attend, but the show presented an image of all-black college Hillman, and I was smitten. The show sealed it in my mind that this was what proper young black women did.Continue reading “Why I’m Adopting an HBCU”
F$%^ the Police?
Sometimes fear is the four-letter F word. Red and blue lights flash in my rear view and my pulse quickens. I glance over to make sure my glove compartment box is still there, as if, at the sound of the siren, it would have magically vanished with my papers in it. I roll the windowContinue reading “F$%^ the Police?”
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