An anti-racist midlife crisis

Extreme closeup of a car dashboard, showing an illuminated "check engine" light

Last year, when I met a man almost 11 years younger than me—whom I fell in love with—I took to joking that our relationship was my “midlife crisis.” After all, it fit the stereotype of a divorced middle-aged woman—just one of those “cougars.” I would later realize that he was definitely not my midlife crisis. …

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Claiming my own humanity

Over the years, as my writing has become almost entirely focused on whiteness and white people, I accidentally have moved further away from the very reason why this blog was created: To claim my own humanity while living in a very white state—and not lose my very essence as a Black woman.  While I have …

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