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 …
Discomfort in many ways is similar to pain, the internal warning system that all is not right and that perhaps we need to check in or perhaps figure some things out. Ignoring our pain or discomfort often comes at a high price. Case in point, for the past several weeks, I have been physically wiped …