In times of crisis, some people turn to alcohol, some knitting, some break into tears. I’ve even heard of some whack-a-doodles finding comfort in poetry. I’ve tried all…
I can no longer be silent. When your actions and your words have a negative impact on my family, children of this country, and every community. I tried…
I’ve been angry a lot this past year. Yeah, I know – Join the club, bitch. I glance around and see it’s a big club, and there’s always…
It’s a Tuesday, Ella gets dressed for school. She puts on leggings under her uniform skirt, a t-shirt and a sweater. She’s doubling up today because she knows…
Forget “married,” “in a relationship,” and “it’s complicated” – here is a list of slightly more accurate relationship statuses for those in the suburbs: • Staying married until my…
I’ve “successfully” seen one daughter through the gauntlet that is Middle School, if we’re gauging success by the fact that she’s not completely bedridden from shock, horror, and…
My book, Letters to Matt was born on a brutally cold day in February. You see, Matt was my youngest son. My single guy who was always…
We’ve all seen the memes about what a dumpster fire this year has been. Hell, we’ve lived it, so we are acutely aware that this has been the…
Lately I have been reading about people suffering from “Impostor Syndrome”. When I first read about it I thought maybe it was just a bunch of sneaky trench…
Hey, Black man, can you sing a Black girl’s song? I know you see the news showing us dying at the hands of your brethren, so why are…