Animals have a way of exposing our inadequacy.
Before all of you parents begin ranting about how keeping an animal alive isn’t even remotely as hard as raising a child —
That’s the reason why I’m writing this piece, just like why I wrote this one.
Racialized self-regulation ensures I’ll never retire.
I was born Black and female, so I work. My work is to quell the rage.
I am permeable, and this is the work. To allow the toxins of trauma to seep from my pores in a palatable way; to seal my orifices to…
Paying tribute to 7,208 square meters of progress, power, and pride.
“You know, I used to play rugby,” I muttered into warm leather, most of it slick with my sweat.
“Oh? I can see that,” came the reply, soon punctuated by the snap of a belt held taut beneath my…
I haven’t missed a $450-$2,695 payment in 10 years. I’m far from finished.
I knew what I was getting into.
I’m a first-generation college grad born to two amazing parents from South America. I prepared to graduate from a private, all-girls, college-preparatory high school at 16, got a partial academic…
Do we make love or does it make us?
“Girl, you so fine, someone ought to put you on a plate and suck you up with a straw.”
Imagine someone saying that to you. That someone is a middle-aged, graying man in larger-than-necessary cargo shorts and typical Caribbean-dad sandals… who…
Black. She/Her. Cis. Hetero. College-educated. Cancer survivor. Blissfully married. 30.
That list of identities will never contain the word mother.
It’s the pandemic, you’re tempted to rationalize. It’s climate change, you muse.
Ah, it makes sense now; it’s all that racialized trauma.
You’d be right. But this decision transcends the…