Ticking Clock

The end is near, and I'm not ready. April 30th marks my husband's last day working for the company. We have one month afterwards to leave before the police come knocking. Singapore does not allow foreigners to just live here without a commercial purpose that benefits the country in some way. Basically,…

Have a Seat at My Table

There are two older women cooking in my kitchen, and neither is my mother, grandmother, or close aunt. Considering the fact that for many southern American women such as myself, the kitchen is a sacred place where traditions are continued, future generations are pruned, and recipes are kept in furtive…

Don’t Pinch Me

I have died and gone to the JW Marriott in Dubai! If this is a dream, let me slumber. With my king beside me, my kibibi underfoot, and my blessing inside me,  I've seen the sunrise and moonlight dance together over the vast view of ornate mosques, galloping horses dark…

Why We Must Forgive

I was walking through a parking lot today, and I saw a sign that read, "If reason is on your side, show forgiveness. If justice is on your side, show humility." At first, it rattled me considering the state of anger wherein I've traveled increasingly since the Trayvon Martin trial,…