Eight: the number of Southern black churches that have burned in the last ten days. Nine: the number of black bodies gunned down in church by a young white male racist two weeks ago today. Countless: the number of unarmed… Continue Reading →
I was heartbroken over the circumstances that inspired me to write this, but at the same time (because somehow you learn to hold all of these things together in one heart), I was humbled and honored to publish this essay… Continue Reading →
Wander over to my One Good Thing blog for a letter to my daughter on this, the fifth anniversary of her death.
I’m honored to be up at Mamalode with an essay exploring the thorny terrain of birthdays after Hudson’s death. Thanks for reading and sharing.