When I was little, probably eight, I had a beautiful black bunk bed with colorful butterfly sheets and a dazzling and glittery pink canopy that draped down around the top bunk like a waterfall. The bed made me like Rapunzel in my tall, safe, castle. A month later, I despised that bed. It no … Continue reading I Can Never Be Rapunzel: Being a Black Girl in America.
My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said … Continue reading Heavy Metal.
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven … Continue reading Grandma Faye.
San Francisco is a public transportation friendly city. I don’t know how to drive, but even if I did I would still ride the buses, the monorails, the trains, the trolleys, and the cable cars because it is simply so much easier to get around! Plus, you save a lot on parking prices. With public … Continue reading Muni Chronicles: Just Open a Few Windows!
You are luckier than you think if you have all your limbs and senses. Leaving the Westfield on the escalators and a blind woman almost starts walking down the escalators going up. The fellow on the escalators in front of me guided her to the right side. Then, once I get out of the Westfield … Continue reading Evaluate Your Luck.
She liked her coffee black Black like the curly locks that drape around her head. Black like the timeless, smooth, skin that hugs her bones. She was born in the thirties. And died in the nineties. She couldn’t get an education, so she made sure her three children did. She was born in Texas. And … Continue reading Grandma Amie.
I remember when I was a little girl, every morning I would go to my mom and dad’s bathroom to get ready for school, and as I sat on the top of the toilet waiting for the shower water to get hot, I would stare at this plaque on their wall. It said, “love is … Continue reading The Fluidity of Love.
For every man in an expensive car, there's someone in the passenger seat. That's today's one-liner! How do you interpret it, and what do you think about what you think it means? Comment below! And remember to subscribe via email for priority access to blog posts, a cool gift, and other exclusive subscriber privileges and … Continue reading Seat Warmers.