Title: You Can’t Swipe Left on Liberation

“somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff” — Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf Shange wasn’t talking about possessions. She was talking about the self. The particular, irreplaceable accumulation of a woman — her rhythm, her voice, her way of moving through the world — […]

Title: The Flesh Remembers

My granny used to say it the way she said everything — plainly, without ceremony, like the truth didn’t require decoration. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. She meant it as a word about accountability. About the weight of living in a fallen world with the best of your intentions and still […]