Wait a Minute, Sis: My Response to Michaela Angela Davis

One of the last classes I had in undergrad was a feminism course taught by what I figured was a new-age feminist. My¬†professor didn’t believe in the burning of bras, nor did she believe in the exclusion of women of color in the movement. She covered literature and articles in the¬† canon with a zest…

Beware of What You Seek…

In a year where I have been trying to make sense of the nonsensical, this prompt from a college friend (you may find her blog here) could not have come at a better time. Whenever things seem to go array in our lives the first question we tend to grab on to is “WHY?” Why…

The Song Chronicles: Epilogue

I woke up this morning at 5 am after 4 hours of sleep. I felt manic and restless thinking about all the things I would have to get done — including this wrap up of the Song Chronicles. I knew in by documenting all that I had undergone I would be freeing myself of all…

The Song Chronicles: What Can I Say

I cannot believe it. I keep rereading Marie’s words and I feel an onslaught of tears of anger coming on. I saw Bill two weeks before… I decided to go to LCY with some friends for the first time since things ended between he and I. I had spent every other day calling an texting…

The Song Chronicles: I Was A Fool

I’m in bed, laptop propped on a pillow, transcribing an interview for a friend’s blog. I’m tempted to call Bill to come over after work, but I decide to have at least half of the interview completed before doing so. The week before saw my birthday come and go, and it felt like a time…