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A Blues Memory

In New Orleans, I saw a reflection of myself in a stranger’s marbled tombstone. I turned away, but in every direction rows and rows of graves stood tall: bright reminders. I looked up and over the tombs and saw the building where my friend Harold lives, his windows facing a garden of stone and bones. … Continue reading

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I Have Failed Them (Part 1)

Since Trayvon’s murder — literal and figurative– many of us have been examining our relationship to, and our perception and treatment of, black men & boys.As a black woman who has spent her life in relationship with black men & boys– as daughter, girlfriend, niece, granddaughter, great-granddaughter, cousin, sister, friend, wife, teacher, advisor, neighbor, coworker, … Continue reading

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Women Within

For most of my adult life, my domestic duties were few: I shopped for one, then two; ate out most nights; ran a quick towel over barely used dining tables. Spent my time, instead, “building a career,” relishing in the freedom to travel, to party, to pursue my dreams. But in “advanced maternal age,” I entered … Continue reading

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