The anticipation of being profiled makes me hyper-vigilant—my palms sweat, my heart begins to race, and my stomach cramps at the thought of having to enter a store. Of the many troubling experiences a black person will face in their life, racial profiling ranks among the most pervasive. Whether it’s being mistaken for an intruder […]
The first thing I had to let go of was worrying about what my man would find hot. I recently decided to venture into the foreign terrain of lingerie-shopping last month. It wasn’t something on my radar until the other night when I happened to pair a red cotton tank top with red and blue […]
I could accumulate objects even if the people and life I loved and wanted more than any object were stripped from me ruthlessly, brutally. After my mother died, my father couldn’t bring himself to empty out her closets. My mother had been sick for a decade, declining slowly throughout my 20s. She had plenty of […]
