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…
What We Carry, Repeat, and Repair — A Jamaican Girlhood
I’ve been working in feminist spaces for nearly two decades, and I’ve witnessed the unwavering passion and commitment of advocates striving for a more equitable…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt, as Tarana Burke puts it, “hard-wired to respond to injustice.” Long before I ever considered partnership…