Seen and Yet Invisible: My Thoughts on the Black Narrative
To be honest, I’m angry. I’m a 48-year-old Black woman. There, l said it. It is how people see me regardless of
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August 14, 2020
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Where Do We Go from Here?
If you have followed my columns in recent months, you’ll notice that I’m building an intellectual and artistic architecture
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July 28, 2020
Why I Learned to Swim in My Forties
Black bodies rocked against the splintered wood in the hull of the slave ship. Rusty chains rattled with each rise and fall
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November 25, 2019
The Price of Black Girl Magic
I had been on suicide watch for two days. Every hour on the hour, a female floor attendant knocked on the metal frame of the
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January 24, 2018
