I have never had so much fun reading something so throughly depressing. But not hopeless! Thanks for the wake up call and shout out to Black women who will continue to do the MOST so that this fragile democracy can actually get some legs. The GOP´s skeletal hands death grip on the reigns of power is a sight! The people will rise but the Old Guard will go down swinging. It is not going to be pretty nor the fhe faint of heart. With courage, humor and persistence change will come.

Trump is a big baby. There I said it so that you don’t have to. Many will object to this seemingly over-simplistic analysis. Hear me out before you roll your eyes in dismissal. It takes one to know one. I spent the first decade of my life as a big…

When I was very small before anyone could tell me anything I knew something was amiss. And that whatever it was, was very bad. Caution is not spoken; it is expressed in a narrow-eyed look, a tensing of the shoulders as the head lifts slightly higher. …

“When we open our eyes today and look around America, we see America not through the eyes of someone who has enjoyed the fruits of Americanism. We see America through the eyes of someone who has been the victim of Americanism. We don’t see any American dream. We’ve experienced only…

“Selah is on the road to healing and contextualizing her own childhood, and is allowed her process, but if you come for me, come for your own mama, and those absent fathers–come for them too, your grandparents, your great grandparents, your great great grandparents, your great great great grandparents, Caribbean…

Last week I heard a story that was supposed to be good news. Various school districts across the country announced they would sever ties with the police. Let us first take a moment to contemplate where in the annals of batshit crazy ideas does a school/police partnership fall? It must…

In 1999 punk drag goddess Vaginal Creme Davis directed a film called The White To Be Angry. The film is an exploration of white supremacist culture and the sometimes blurry lines between love, hate, and lust. Davis, a seminal figure in the LA punk scene was dismayed with the way…

My Mom, an otherwise sunny person who takes a great interest in all things, would curse while driving. When I say curse I do not mean an f-bomb here, an a*hole there. She let out a barrage of insults that would make a sailor blush. I was horrified. I never…

The Trauma of Black Life In the earliest years of my life, I didn’t know I was black; I just knew I was me. I didn’t remember that until I started thinking about my journey here to Spain, how that confidence in knowing myself anchored me and allowed me to…