coping
Still Black
A post-election-day reflection on being Black in a country that hates me.
coping
A post-election-day reflection on being Black in a country that hates me.
death
*Yesterday, a childhood friend asked me to call her. I did. She let me know that my mother died on January 14. Because I’ve been no-contact with my mother and her side of the family for almost 20 years, I was not told immediately. What follows is a list