The Revolution Will Be Written
No paper trail.No midwife’s mark.No certificate to prove the day. Just Marlboro County fields,tobacco barns breathing their smoke,and the cry of the first of twelve —a Black child under Jim Crow skies. If he went…
The last few days my head has been a little muzzy; I’ve been in a weird place. At first, I thought it was just the constant barrage of ridiculous news cycles. I kept hearing a…
This one is personal. I’m sharing it here because I know some of y’all will feel this too—maybe too well. I’m not writing him off, but I had to write this down. As a form…
Originally written August 2022 This weekend I had an “ah-ha” moment—one of those realizations that many Black people may already know deep down, but I hadn’t fully connected the dots until now. I now have…
Bunny Rabbits & Fireflies This morning, I sat on my deck and watched three bunnies nibble at the morning dew in the grass. Not for the first time, I noticed how many rabbits are out…
By definition, it’s just “the state or time of being a father.”But for me, it’s something deeper—one of the greatest joys a man can ever have. Like every Father’s Day, I find myself overwhelmed and…
Twenty-seven—the number of years you’ve been gone. It still hurts. I still don’t really celebrate Mother’s Day. I used to say after you were gone that Michelle is not my mother, so I don’t have…
This Easter morning, I dropped Michelle and her mom off at Mass, then headed to church. Like most Easters in my life, I didn’t really want to go. The days of knowing what I’d wear…
This weekend reminded me: we don’t come into this world alone, and when we leave it, the journey may be singular—but we are never truly alone. The spirit, the love, and the legacy remain. They…
This is a story that I think only two people on this side of the ancestral plain know: it’s my story of abortion. In the spring of 1982, before I was 20, my first love,…