Freedom Papers

The Beginning of the End  January marked nine years that my husband has worked for the same company.  I think he got a watch or something. Nine is his favorite number; his number of completion. He called it a sign, a confirmation. For the past few years, he's contemplated walking…

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,…

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Saturday, August 1, 2013 4:51 AM During our transitional process, we traveled quite a few times within the states. (See Planes, Trains, and Auto Deals coming soon.) In one trip, while waiting in the airport, my daughter saw a designated children’s play area and gleefully darted in its direction. Already…