A Poem Standing Still I have often felt nourished by Nature…. Nourished as if I was drinking from the breast…
On the Anniversary of America’s Racial Reckoning and Reawakening (in solidarity with Juanisha Brooks) On May 25, 2020, the events…
I was often confused by the word commencement. It means to begin, yet commencement ceremonies seem to celebrate an ending…
Trying to Thrive Through Trials, Tears and Trauma: Revisiting Abolition Can we get to thriving? That is a question I…
Two years ago for Women’s History Month, I wrote a blog post called, “When a Black Woman Walks Into A…
I have been writing poetry since I was 8. My journals are filled with little Black girl poems…often sad and…
In honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Day, I want to share some reflections on America. America. I’ve written…
As 2021 begins, I wanted to reflect on what it means to me to hold on to hope. Menah’s Matinee…
The lonely only… I’ve been reflecting lately on what it means to the be “only.” The Lonely Only. I recently had…
A deeply personal and spiritual reflection on America and our healing in this moment in the world Dear America, Now…