I have spent a significant amount of time over the last year perfecting my chocolate chip cookie recipe. I carry the belief that any grown woman who…
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Essay + Virtual Happy Hour + Summer Peach Reads
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I have written in multiple places about my complicated relationships with the white friends of my youth. Facebook is the place where high school…
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I am often asked the question about how I remain hopeful, given our current national romance with self-destruction. In a world that continually induces…
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It has been a little over five months since we said goodbye for good. It took that long to get myself to the “I hope you are well, I am” phase. Here’s a…
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Musings on the village and identity by a not-so-rich, childfree aunt.
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A Rural Black Girl Story
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My brown body doesn’t belong here. My brown body craves belonging. I remember the day — it was a cold day in New York, and drizzling. It was hard to…
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“Self-care is one of the active ways that I love myself. When you can and as you can, in ways that feel loving, make time and space for yourself” …
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It's real out here in these care work streets...
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“Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light…
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When Cori was 6-years-old, she began to play outside with the girl next door, let’s call her Eva. Eva hadn’t lived next door long and since Cori had…