Being a “20-something” has sort of become an industry. It’s not just a specific time of your life anymore.
Romantic connections are becoming more and more ephemeral. Its making relationships feel more disposable than ever.
But have you ever felt that nothing specific is wrong but somehow when you put your days together, the whole feels less than the sum of its parts?
Culture is a hard thing to break.
Malcolm X once said, “If you are Black, you were born in jail, in the North as well as the South. Stop talking about the South. As long as you are South of the Canadian border, you are South.”
Heroes don’t always make their names into history books.
“Who would have thunk it?
As a Black person and as a Black writer, I am exhausted.
I guess in this way becoming a fan of a sports team is sort of like falling in love.
What are we to do with a White lady who attempts to pass for a Black person?