A Letter To The Little Girls
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… there is a field. I will meet you there -Rumi How can I possibly begin this letter? I have so much to say, so many words inside, which are crammed, arguing, scratching one another, Read more
Self-Portrait
History and media says it knows me. But how can they know when they’ve never walked in my Jordans. I am not barrel-bottom tar, I am black gold. I am not just black hoodies, I am also treasure. I am not your indentured servant or slave or breeding hoe. I Read more
Final Exam
You should leave him because: (Choose one of the following answers) A) He’s like the fucking sun. He burns you with his hands, his lips, his eyes. B) You hate him because he’s like the fucking sun. He doesn’t care if he leaves you in ashes. C) He brought your demons back into your Read more
Why Some Men Hurt Women and How All Men Can Help: Interview with Jackson Katz, Author of “The Macho Paradox”
Jackson Katz, Ph.D., is an educator, author, activist, and social theorist. Katz has long been a significant figure and thought leader in the growing global movement of men committed to promoting gender equality and preventing gender violence. I consider him one of my intellectual heroes. I had the pleasure of Read more
Dear Active Shooter
Dear Active Shooter, Hi. It’s me. You don’t know me. I don’t think you do, anyway. No- you don’t know me. But somehow- some way – here we are. We are here. You have a loaded war weapon, and I’m here shopping or dancing or praying or well… just living Read more
Women Warriors
We are women warriors, whether it is grocery lines or picket lines, we are fighting the patriarchy just by standing up and being present in our lives. Using our intuition, crying together, picking each other up, lifting each other up from the ground that burns to swallow us whole, giving Read more
ICEBERG
A bottle of beer smashed on the pavement. He sat there, light by a lamp-post, acknowledging no before and after; maybe, he secretly wished for another, regretting the spilled drink when he still needed it. Either way, he did not show much emotion; it was like a frozen image, seated Read more