Left BehindIn two days it will have been one month since my family moved six and a half hours and 438 miles south of the home we’d lived in for the…Sep 14, 20211Sep 14, 20211
The Stories We AreI remember when I was in grade school there was an annual competition called, “The Real Woman Essay Contest.” It was a part of Women’s…Sep 1, 2021Sep 1, 2021
Finding HomeI don’t have a hometown. I claim New York because of all of the adolescent memories that are nestled there, but the truth is I’ve never…Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
Pride & JoyMy first love’s name was Jennifer. Some of her friends called her “Jen.” The only people I ever heard call her “Jenny” were her mother and…Jun 4, 2021Jun 4, 2021
Something to Watch: “The Pieces I Am”I have cried three times when a celebrity passed away. Once in the 90s, when Tupac Shakur was killed. Again in 2016, with the passing of…May 27, 20211May 27, 20211
The Privilege of ChildhoodMiles sits on the floor in his room. Lego projects in various states of completion litter the floor around him. To his left is a replica of…May 21, 2021May 21, 2021
Why I Resigned From the SwarthmoreanI am the first Black woman editor of The Swarthmorean. That is not lost on me. Following the announcement in the paper that I was the new…May 12, 202115May 12, 202115
With Liberty and Justice for AllEquity has become a buzzword across the country in our communities, businesses and schools. Equity, along with diversity, now feels trendy…May 10, 2021May 10, 2021