As a Black woman in America, my entire existence at times can be summed up as: uncomfortable. Anytime I leave my house, I know that there is a strong probability that discomfort will be a part of my day by simple virtue of the fact that my soul and essence are housed in a container …
Sunday morning when I logged online, a fluttering ping of status updates rolled into a steady flow of trauma to my feed. Ping “Me too.” Ping “Me too.” Ping “Me too.” Often accompanied with the words: “If all the women who have been sexually harassed and/or sexually assaulted wrote ‘Me too.’ as their status, we …
Given the current state of race relations, the story that I am about to tell is seemingly small. After all, America is currently being governed by an openly white supremacist madman who lacks compassion and empathy for anyone who falls outside of his base. We are in the midst of a dumpster fire called America …