I was fifteen, sitting in our study, watching Gilmore Girls. Rory was mid-rant about not wanting to go to Chilton after meeting Dean when I…
A reflection on the quiet violence of being unseen, even in spaces built for liberation.
On Grief, God, and the Places Our Parents Still Meet Us
At UNGA this year, I kept listening for the words that never came. No one said Black. No one said queer. The conversations about justice…
A Reflection on UNGA
I came to Assata late in life. A friend and colleague pressed her autobiography into my hands, and I devoured it. It didn’t sit on…