GravityOn a quiet Sunday afternoon, with the sun at his back, I watch my husband reading the newspaper on the couch in our bedroom.Jul 7, 2022Jul 7, 2022
Published inThe MemoiristChasing…. Pt. 1I never knew what it took to gain her attention, but I knew saying I love you wasn’t it.Dec 20, 20211Dec 20, 20211
A Timeline of African American Literature.Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison was the first book I read that made my whole body react. Prior to reading that book, I was often engulfed…Dec 6, 20213Dec 6, 20213
Sing, Unburied, Sing: A Literary Anthem of Summer 2018In Chicago, etched between the ground and the sky there are “L” trains. On the South Side, in particular, this “L” train is called the…Dec 2, 20211Dec 2, 20211
Fiction: Are We There Yet? A Story of Sisterhood and MercyI place the towel over her silk scarf and tap the iron to make sure it isn’t too hot. I do not want to burn through the thin material…Apr 16, 2021Apr 16, 2021
Lemon Meringue Pie: How I Came to See the Fullest of My UmmiIn its most natural state, my hair draws up into an Afro that crowns my head. This is also how my mother’s hair sits. It’s how it’s always…Apr 8, 2021Apr 8, 2021
Gemini Boy (A Fictional Story)Bernard McMain, now known as inmate 999341, spent most of the night grasping for the memory of touch; his mother’s touch, to be exact. She…Apr 7, 2021Apr 7, 2021
Black Girl Free: Unleashing the WildWhen my daughter was six, she liked to twerk.Apr 6, 2021Apr 6, 2021
Ramadan and ForgivenessI decided that 2016 would be the year I returned to Ramadan. I set my alarm for 4:30 am and prepared my materials: prayer rug, headscarf…Apr 5, 2021Apr 5, 2021
