Why BHM Is Still Relevant

My daughter is four. Just yesterday, we were calculating the number of states she's visited and how it pales in comparison to the number of countries she's traveled.  Being an expat kid afforded her opportunities and exposure most kids her age never experience, especially most black American kids.  She is,…

2015, The Reflection

So many thoughts as  I reflect on 2015. It was a time of heartbreak for me and many very dear to me. This year took a friend's son, paralyzed another, a friend's brother, my last two grandparents, and a friend from her son in the most painful way. [caption id="attachment_1288"…

Fuck You and Your Simple Ass

Guest Blogger  All ya'll simple, handkerchief head, funky-breath, sell-out, booty clinchin', holes of ass that think the girl being flung like a dingy wife beater at a pick up game was deserving can suck loose shit from a straw and die! We got rebel flag waving, third-grade level reading, squinty-eyed, slimy…

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…

Up In Arms

[caption id="attachment_1001" align="alignright" width="262"] Feeling Full of Life[/caption] I stay woke Like for real It's 3am And I can't sleep Because I feel my son Kicking and swirling Flipping and shifting Readying himself for this world And, fear has me wondering If it'd be easier for him If he was…