Shay I have a confession to make. The month of November kicked my ass. It twisted me in knots and took me to highest points of joy and it also laid me low and, while I was in the street trying to crawl away, the city bus came and rolled over me and then backed up …
Several days ago, I had what is best described as a racialized encounter with a white woman who, perhaps feeling emboldened by the ascension of President-elect Trump, thought that walking up to a random Black woman on the street and saying questionable things was a good idea. Later that day, I went home and wrote …
I woke up at 5 am on November 9th to the news that Donald J. Trump had indeed been elected president of the United States; having gone to bed a mere four hours earlier, I had been holding out hope that what had appeared inevitable at 1 am would not come to pass. When I …