the scars of our sons 20 Aug, 2014 My son is dead on the street. A part of me lay dead, too. The whole of me crumples over with the weight of ‘Why?’ I look… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
His life matters – world peace may hang in the balance 14 Aug, 2014 This is my son. He’s ten years old. His life matters. How sad that I feel the need to document the obvious. But the last set of… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Story: Her Dreads } 24 Jul, 2013 Her dreads sway around her shoulders as she walks – and when she twirls her headdress of black ropes spins like a merri-go-round, whipping through the air… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ SheLoves: after the verdict } 16 Jul, 2013 This isn’t the first time I felt scared for my son. I remember when I first learned that dark-skinned men are more likely to be incarcerated. Or… Share:FacebookTwitteremail