Two Pumps of Mocha, Please.

If skin was coffee, in all of its variety  Would you still think that mine wasn’t as sweet? I wouldn’t be the traditional French vanilla latte. A warm café au lait, or a caramel frappe. I have two extra pumps of mocha in my cup All robust and rich, just savory enough. I wouldn’t be … Continue reading Two Pumps of Mocha, Please.


The Realities of Being Magical: Part II

You don’t get a say over how you came into this world, and the circumstances you were born into. Arguably, that’s what makes the topic of family and kinship so contemptable for many people: you’re forced into a relationship, for better or worse, for a large part of your life. Even if you move away, change your name, change your phone number, and cease communication, you can’t escape your family and the impact they’ve had in defining you completely… Trust me, I’ve tried. *wink*

The Mortal vs The Martyr: Black Women and Self-Care

“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” ― Audre Lorde Every now and then, I fall off the face of the earth. I’m difficult to find, I’m hard to contact, and impossible to comprehend when I do resurface. “Did something happen to you?” No, I’m … Continue reading The Mortal vs The Martyr: Black Women and Self-Care