Conception and motherhood are not one in the same. Continue reading mizuko kuyo
You, dear heart, are meant and built and destined for flight. Continue reading Hi, I’m Tender
I’m thinking of my Mama. I’m thinking of Maya Angelou. Im thinking of Sandra. I’m thinking of women who have found themselves in strange places from time to time. I’m sitting at a table, in my mind, with these women. I’m watching Maya sip tea, and Mama take a long drag from her cigarette, and … Continue reading Mother Maya Teaches Me Still
When I travel abroad, they stare. Period. But this time, for a very unexpected reason. Continue reading Me, the Sideshow in Guatemala
Their storybook success story became a storybook horror story, and you wouldn’t even know it. Continue reading Paradise, Interrupted.
Part 1 of this story located here. He’d gone to college in Portugal, but had more vivid memories of the war. His cocky was a front. He and his brother once hid in a field from soldiers for 12 hours, drinking their own urine to survive dehydration in the African summer. He survived that day, and … Continue reading Part 2: He Was “More Friend, Less Rapist”
Foreign young women shouldn’t walk down dark streets alone. And, a gentleman should accompany her back to safety. We both knew this. Continue reading Part 1: No, I wasn’t r****
I’m a new college teacher to 106 hard headed students who’ve taught me in one semester that i’m really just looking at myself. Continue reading teaching college is hard as shit, and students are afraid to be creative.
What’s the use of magic, if she can’t perform for herself? Continue reading Yellow Petals & Evening Magic
I had a class on Tuesday night, and sat in front of a woman who looked like me – my complexion, my same short hair cut, but with sweeter, wider eyes like they’re ready to see new things. In this class, we had to work together in groups, and at one point I mentioned that … Continue reading “How Did You Become So Confident?”