Black is the Colour of Us

Black are King Solomon’s beautiful curtains Where the riches of wisdom are veiled and unveiled Black is the colour of me Black is the colour of fertile soil Where seeds bring about a hundred fold Black is the colour of me Black is the night sky The only colour that causes stars to dance Black […]

I Was in Hiding

By Amy Chumbley I was in hiding. My friends had begun to wonder if I was a vampire. I was only going out at night with the dogs. No more morning walks, visiting with my neighbors in the yard, grocery shopping, or eating out. My doctor had recommended that I apply Fluorouracil, a topical chemotherapy […]

The Process of Restoration

Light filtered in the bay window, glinted on the freshly painted walls. I stood in the dining room of our first home, still in awe that it actually belonged to us. Five months pregnant with our second baby, I set out to clean every surface and set up each room just perfectly for our new […]

Labels Are For Jars, Not People

I have so many cherished and beautiful childhood memories–in fact, I would call my childhood idyllic. As a family, we didn’t have much in the way of worldly means but we were incredibly rich in love, peace and pure joy. Laughter, hugs, kisses and “I love you” were the norm. However, there is one unpleasant […]

The God of Black Hair

I was born in August on a late Thursday morning. My mother was impressed with my pink lips and she was fascinated with my hair. That was about it. She had given birth to more beautiful children before me, but none of their hair could do what mine could do. According to my grandmother, who […]