[In high school], I couldn't see that I wasn't meant to succeed in white America, that no black woman was, and that fact made Beyoncé's rise that much more remarkable.Read More
The morning after, wishing I had a pill to make everything go away, I finally faced my phone. In my inbox, I found that a growing number of friends and family expressed their envy and a desire to retreat from the political hellscape, as they assumed I could do from Paris.Read More
When I think of dying, I always see a hospital bed surrounded by family members who've come to say adieu. I see them lining up one by one to give their final kiss to grandma or grandpa. I see them passing around kleenexes. I see them accepting death as a natural progression in life. I see them leaning on one another to grieve.
But, sudden death doesn't always happen that way...Read More
Before I was conferred my Spelman degree, I had a terrible time at Claremont McKenna College (CMC), which left me much more wounded than I had ever cared to admit--until now.