As if the world wasn’t crappy enough with Covid-19 , Tronald Rump, and TikTok, Adele and Rebel Wilson aren’t fat anymore. Jesus take the wheel! I’ve seen it happening a lot lately. My fat sisters are just getting rid of the weight. They’re doing it, for reasons that are as unique as each of them are, but they are doing it. But one thing we can count on to be the same is that a conversation about body positivity vs fat shaming/diet culture to pop up. It got me to thinking about my own journey with my body and how I’ve dabbled on each side of the spectrum.
John Green. Suzanne Collins. J.K.Rowling. Judy Blume. Athena Hernandez. What do all of us authors have in common? We’re all White, wealthy, and have NY Times Bestsellers. Haha. Just kidding. I’m Black. No, what we, and most Young Adult authors, really have in common is that we’re creepily old (I own a wrist guard so… Continue reading Writing Young Adult Fiction at Thirty-F**king-Two
This year has been pretty eventful to say the least. This nation has experienced some undeniable ups and downs. But nothing we haven’t seen before. Maybe not in my lifetime or yours, but this nation as a whole, has experienced far worse. This year has been the best of times and the worst of times.… Continue reading A Mom’s Ode to 2016
My son, a 4th grader, came to me yesterday and asked if tomorrow was Election Day. I told him it was. “Are you going to vote?” He asked me. “I sure am. Voting for Hillary.” “Good, because if not we’ll have to move to Canada.” He shook his head and plopped down on the couch.… Continue reading Don’t ‘Mannequin Challenge’ This Election
On Friday I picked up my daughter from the sitter and walked home. The sun had a clear shot to earth and was blazing down in all its glory. Not a cloud in sight. I pulled the sun shade over her stroller. Now, my daughter is a little cutie. Whenever I take her out people… Continue reading Let’s Talk About S**t
I’ve been living a double life when it comes to my hair. In early July I cut my hair off. All of it. After almost three decades of relaxing my hair into submission it was damaged, broken, uneven, and unsure of what its natural state was. My natural coils sprang from my roots only to… Continue reading I’m a Down-Low Natural
I wonder what his name is. The next one. The silent one. Who can't tell his story. The one whose blood is on the pavement. Who's always a threat. Because of his size. His height. His hoodie. His questions. His youth. Where he lives. Where he doesn't belong. His blackness. The one who has no… Continue reading His name is Alton.
Angry I’m angry. Am I’m delighted. I’ve been chasing anger for miles but it’s always a little faster than me. Always a little farther out. Farther than my resolve. It was less than a year ago I pulled my co-worker into an empty office. Confused. But she was my confidant because she’d been in this… Continue reading I’m Angry. Delightfully so.
He waits until he gets to the counter at Starbucks to look at the menu. The twenty people in line behind him groan in unison. She leaves her cart in the center aisle while grocery shopping. Everyone must maneuver their grocery laden carts around it like a glacier. I fear these people daily. I have… Continue reading Am I Raising One of Those Adults?
I've been writing a book for six years. You may think you know how long six years is but you don't. It's not just 72 months, or 2,190 days, or even 52,560 hours. It's my sons first birthday. An undergrad degree that's a measly year away from being achieved. Adventures into online dating. A wedding… Continue reading I’ve Been Writing a Book for Six Years