I’m off all media except YouTube, specifically the Robert Glasper playlist (that brotha understands the assignment). I have events coming up. Got to stay focused. Got to stay encouraged. It’s hard to be focused and encouraged with all of the images that come out concerning Black women. I’m busy writing…

RALEIGH, NC — (JUNE 22, 2022) — One of the first impressions that struck me upon my arrival to Raleigh three years ago was the vast wealth of green space and historical markers that dot practically every corner of the city — from institutions like the North Carolina History Museum…

I was gifted to the earth 52 years ago, the product of a union between my devout Christian mother and good-without-God dad (who was also good without the noose of children and corresponding money burdens that come with). For the first half of my life I followed all the standards…

https://twitter.com/UnshackledProd/status/1523425386088255488?s=20&t=k-s5FNij87Pau6qcIwJJUw It was a holy experience. One of the holiest experiences of my life. I was mindful. I was present and keenly aware that something important was happening. …

January 3, the first Monday of the new year. I am packing for a storytelling event in Minnesota. It’s going to be a great year, I know it.

I am an African American Christian woman who participated in Yom Kippur this year. I unplugged from the world beginning at sunset Wednesday, September 16, to sunset Thursday. Two friends had interesting responses to my choice. One commented on how wonderful the world would be if repentance and forgiveness were…

Ihave been a fan of comedians my whole life. It started with me bent over with laughter at the 10-year-olds telling “Yo mama” jokes: “Yo mama hair so short she gotta roll it with rice.” “Yo mama so fat, she use the equator as her belt.” “Yo mama so dumb…

I was seated in a coffee shop reviewing notes for a storytelling workshop, when, to my surprise, I started singing Christmas carols. It was a good sign. For years I dreaded the holiday season. Ugly sweaters. Christmas cards. Gift exchanges. Santa cookies. All of it grated my nerves. …

“It all works out in the end.” I’m looking for a reason to keep believing that’s true. But it’s hard when my reasons to keep hope alive takes a bullet to the chest every time someone mocks hope, calling it naive. Without hope, what are we left with? Facts? (We…