Independence Day is a Hard Day for Me

Independence Day is a hard day for me. How do you love the land you call home, yet is ravaged by war, greed and corruption? How do you love the land where black and brown bodies are considered less than and are killed unjustly? How do you love the land that was built on the […]

The Sacred Pilgrimage of Woman Becoming

“Woman becoming,” I called the whimsical reflection I saw in the mirror. My eyes were red and remnants of last night’s eyeliner had made its way under my eyes. I’m not sure how it happened, but it made me chuckle. My hair was knotted, in need of a good brush. Maybe a bit of washing. […]

Being Kind to My 14-Year-Old Self

“Oh, please. We don’t need to see that. Next picture,” I said, looking away from the computer. My friend and I were on Facebook looking through old photos when we stumbled upon a picture from my awkward teenage years. I was 14 years old in the photo. My hair was a frizzy mess, I was […]

The Blessing of the In-Between Space

There’s a tree outside my parents’ house I affectionately named Delilah when I was younger. She’s a grand, magnificent beauty that flowers at the early signs of springs and dies as the autumn sun sets. Growing up, I watched the tree intently throughout the year and remembered the Aslan covenant—Winter will end. This too shall […]

I Can’t Rub My Brown Away

It’s hard to stay hidden when you’re the only brown girl in the room. I can’t slip into the background and hope no one notices me. I can’t rub my skin color away and blend into the sea of white. It’s hard to stay hidden when you have big, unruly hair that takes up space. […]