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 […]Read more "I Fell In Love Carrying Another Man’s Child"
Black history is not just for Black people. Just as the world is not painted in “50 Shades of Grey,” and America is a melting pot of flavors, those aspiring to be well-cultured put on their technicolor glasses, stepoutside their comfort box, and expose themselves to something they may not already know….Read more at Ebony.comRead more "Why African-American Books Should Be Required Reading for All Americans"