When I was writing GIRLFRIENDS almost twenty-five years ago, I thought Black Women were going to love me for including our sexuality in the NARRATIVE. I thought they would (and thus the world) see my…

It was 1992. The day before graduation and I had no money. Like no money. My family was coming in the next day, so I knew sustenance and checks were coming, but on that eve…

On the 16th day of a month squared in 16. A Letter for you, my love… Dearest Yasin,   I didn’t know how much I needed to be your mother. I, like a lot of…

Last night I came home after a full day of productive work to find my Nasir in the pool, Salim rebounding for Nasir’s missed shots (aimed at the floating hoop), and Dizzy the dog trying…

Swing I swing between the pendulum of pain/trauma/trial and victory/joy/achievement. Like a monkey moves from tree to tree…No, not like the monkey. Like the ocean, which ebbs back and forth, the growth is granular… but…