But I Am Still Thirsty

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

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Love Is Not a Marriage (…continued)

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)

Love Is Not A Marriage

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

On Groceries, Racism, and Relationships: I’m not making two trips

On Racism I’ve only been called a nigger twice, both times in Chicago. It’s one of the things that sold him on Texas. He’d expected much worse, and had been through more in Jersey. We were trying to pick a place where we could settle down and, in time, raise children. Texas was off the … Continue reading On Groceries, Racism, and Relationships: I’m not making two trips