I have a bad habit of saying things, putting them out there then taking them back. Not because I don’t mean them anymore, I always mean what I say; but because the reception was lukewarm. Have you ever eaten warm coleslaw? Or waved at someone you know with such enthusiasm Read more…

Dear Black Man

No words are enough to describe how powerful you are, black man. I cried writing this, because mine are inadequate. What can I do, to stop their fear of you from taking you from us? They see your power, innate and beautiful and they panic. Black man, you are everything. I love you.