I turned 43 back in January and I’m not too happy about it. It’s not my ever-graying beard that bothers me. It’s not aches or pains or a slowly dissolving understanding of popular culture. What really bothers me is that I feel robbed. You see, some of my earliest memories were of elders telling me …
Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, …
The footage from Ukraine just breaks your heart. The videos of everyday people picking up guns, or that one lady with the sunflower seeds? I mean, c’mon. Standing up for what you believe in? Battling a monolithic enemy against all odds? Defending your home, culture, and identity? I’m Black in America, this is my fight! …