The beauty of being a woman of a certain age is that whenever I mention how much things have changed over the years, I am met with a chorus of “No, these things used to happen” or accusations that I am suffering from “Get off my lawn” syndrome. While I may have a touch of …
For most of my childhood, my family was cautiously working class with an occasional lean towards poor. My parents were pretty much James and Florida Evans sans the backdrop of the housing project. There were a few times, when life went off script and my parents could not make ends meet. Times where being rock …
For the past eleven years, I have felt as if I were living in some type of social experiment. What happens when you take a Black woman from a very large, urban and diverse city and stick her in a small, rural and homogenous state? Does she assimilate? Does she lose it? What happens? In …