Diary | Solitude
within a place myself finds now to then is i . a palmy feeling with needs to speak ess to listen ore. exotic placed shadows tremble to…
Diary | Nana’s Best Friend
If you've noticed, I don't alway write at the end of the month, and sometimes at the beginning, too. I like to break routine. It is very easy…
Diary: Excuses Without I
yelloooo again did not feel like blogging opened break from routine little misery in peace is welcomed especially in this confusion of summerfallwinter working on Mawusi fw15 weighty feelings…
Diary: The Black Bitters
A friend jokingly called me an angry black woman. And by so doing became the scapegoat I had been waiting for. Have you noticed how in conversation with…
Diary: Becoming Black
In places where the majority is either a little lighter, darker, or the same color as you, no one calls you "color." You are often something else: Akan,…