Some days

Some days I don’t want to think about being black. Some days I just want to be a woman. I want to have perfect intuition and laugh with my girlfriends and buy nice things and pamper myself and cook for my family. Some days I just want to be a wife. I want to love my...

The body knows

On being fat and trauma Black women and their bodies hold generations of trauma. Why are we surprised about weight? They are the culmination trauma and treatments that don’t ultimately heal. I have more. But I need to unpack this.

Another revolution around the sun

Usually when someone asks how it feels to be another year older my response is “good” or “okay.” There’s no real tangible difference. But this year…this year feels different. I don’t know if it’s the pandemic or the new state or the extended time with these...