When I was white, it wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t intentional. It started because I was a square peg coveting circles. It started because I stuck out everywhere, even when I didn’t want the attention. Even when race and gender didn’t play a role. I just didn’t seem to belong anywhere. About seven years ago … Continue reading Black On Both Sides
My mother used to make our clothes when we were younger. In fifth grade my favorite was a black and green checkered pattern two-piece. The top fit like a suit jacket with box shoulders and mid-length sleeves. The bottoms were shorts that swam past my knees. Whenever I’d wear it, I’d get permission to wear … Continue reading Save Tonight.
My niece changed my life, but she doesn't know it (partly because she's six, but also because I've never told her). Before she was born, I had a picture in my head of who I was and what I wanted. Her life exposed me, made me aware of my bias and my privilege. She made … Continue reading To Live, Joyfully
We knew he’d be tall because his knees were too big for his legs. Ever since he was little, they were at least three times the size of his knees. We figured that he’d take after my dad’s uncles. In college, I was really excited when he asked to come visit me. Seven years my … Continue reading But I Am Still Thirsty
I wasn’t sure that I wanted marriage or children. Marriage was the aspiration of insecure women with little ambition. I was sophisticated, and metropolitan, and evolved (Whew! Lol, right?). More than that, I didn’t think someone black would ever love me, truly. I was weird and prude and unconventional. And not in the interesting way, … Continue reading Love Is Not a Marriage (…continued)
We dreaded it. From the moment the words slipped from his lips there was gnashing of teeth and long-suffering: Mandatory team-building. Sweet Christmas. They told us to bring snacks and wear comfortable clothing. They told us to be prepared for inclement weather and outdoor activity. They didn't share what the activities were or what kind and how … Continue reading Love Is Not A Marriage
I didn't want to upset her more than she was already. She was angry and frustrated and needed an explanation. It wasn't the first time her paycheck was late, but this was the holiday season. It was my first Christmas there and an honest mistake. I hadn't been in charge of her timesheet initially; when it … Continue reading You Are Part of the Problem