Baby Butterflies

Loss denotes pain that can sometimes be debilitating. But I am learning that pain is just pain. Not good. Not bad. Just part of being a human being.

The Mystery of Iniquity: Lies in the time of corona

A young, single mother is scammed out of money in Paris and finds the silver lining in her loss. Two years later, during the pandemic, she is deceived romantically in much the same way.

The Lucky Ones

The Lucky Ones is a short story inspired by the 1958 stabbing of MLK. It is a work of fiction. Once when I was 9, my mother threatened to beat me for growing too fast. This wasn’t the first nor the last time she would make that threat but she never followed through. Now, looking […]

On Sobriety: The Evolution of a Drug Addict

This essay is about narcotics and other lifesaving therapies. I dated a functioning cocaine addict once and we almost got married. Al. That was his real name and I’m remembering it now because it is tattooed on my bicep and seven years removed from the relationship, I still don’t regret doing it.

DEREK AND GEORGE: WHAT LIES BENEATH

When you dig deep, you’ll find that both victim and perpetrator were fighting silent battles When I was 22, I spent a night in jail for credit card fraud. I was a mother to six-month-old twins, unwed, and an undergrad in college. My former partner and the father of my children had not paid […]

Just Human: Black stories are most rewarded when they center blackness — which, in a certain sense, is to center whiteness

It is a cool autumn morning and I am perched on my couch, a coffee cup nearby, a few pages into Claudia Rankine’s newest book, Just Us: An American Conversation. My 14-year-old son saunters in and asks what I am reading when I look up over the brim to tell him: “It’s a book on race by […]

The Mystery of Iniquity: Lies in the Time of Corona

The mysterious thing about beginnings is that they sometimes hide themselves, not revealing what they are until years or decades later when you can look back and see them for what they really are.

Watch… You Will See

Jesus was 33 when he died. There is something enchanting about that. I feel old. Probably because many people I meet are younger than me and things didn’t used to be this way. But still, I feel like I have so much life left to live. Here are my reflections on my 33rd year of life and my wonders for my 34th.

Why Dating Apps Got It Wrong and Other Problems With the World

I have never really been keen on dating apps because aside from it being a cheesy way to meet someone, I’ve always thought the compatibility questions they ask are so silly. I don’t really care too much if my significant other likes Dominos pizza as much as I do. You can’t build a relationship on […]

I Fell In Love Carrying Another Man’s Child

I fell in love across the Atlantic in a country more beautiful than God himself while four months pregnant with another man’s child. The first time I saw him, it was nighttime in late August, the moon a perfect sickle. My plane landed in Accra, Ghana, and the air smelled like curry spices, yam and dry […]