Like many people, I spent most of Saturday at my computer and on my phone reading and re-tweeting updates about…
Notes: My most recent column for National Catholic Reporter references the freshmen class I teach in Philadelphia, not to be…
How is a church like prison and being incarcerated like belonging to a church? Both have a way of asking,…
A podcast featuring a 30-something black woman and her dad, talking about life. Click here to listen. (I hadn’t actually made…
Yellow became my favorite color several years ago because by wearing it, I could prove that my skin is not…
I’ve been trying to process why Prince’s death feels so much worse to me than Michael Jackson’s or even Whitney…
On the Sunday following the Charleston massacre hate crime, those who hadn’t reached the point where they could forgive the…
Someone asked me the following question in a Facebook comment when I posted this article on the similarities between domestic…
Since I wrote this post, two things have happened: 1. I’ve seen some white people in Trinidad. 2. I’ve been…
Click here to listen to the music with the above photo Update 07/16/2014: I’m having some technical difficulties with the…
During my Fulbright-National Geographic application process (from initial decision to apply to outcome), there were three specific times I seriously…
On Friday my mom and I drove up to the Evansville Museum to see the exhibit, “Posing Beauty in African…
I’m a little late on looking back, but I wrote 67 posts in 2013. Here’s my top 10 list of…
In “The Comfort of a Sweet, Black, Dreadlocked Jesus,” I recalled the image of Jesus Christ as depicted in a painting…
I recently came across a post on a Facebook page asking women what they didn’t like about themselves when they…
In a few short months, I’ll have to make a very important decision. I’ll have to write a personal statement…
“How Promiscuity Is a Form of Self-Mutilation,†the headline read. Since I’m returning to writing a memoir largely about sexuality,…
Many years ago, my father said that by the time I have children, they’ll be white kids dipped in chocolate….
UPDATE 7/7/2013: People who are better photographers than I am took tons of photos of everyone. Click here to see…
I recently received some proof my normal-person job is important. I try to keep my normal-person job (as opposed to…
Today I’m joining what I hope will be billions of women all over the world in celebrating “One Billion Rising,”…
As I progress with subsequent drafts of my book, I’ve been meeting with another writer for accountability and feedback….
On this last day of 2012, I’m sharing the moments from throughout the year that are most memorable to me…
I was going over a long list of possible topics to blog about when I jumped on Twitter to…
I was practically born coordinated. According to my mom, I walked before I crawled, and I tied my shoes at…