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A strong, thoughtful, personal and critical analysis of violence at home, internally experienced through the hands of loved ones. Iris is a dear friend and I encourage you to follow…

every firework that you see tonight once had a name. perhaps it was Renisha or Nizah or Aiyana or Eric or freedom or slavery today. some will pretend to be…

when i kiss you i drop sugar cube into black coffee you are bitter you are whole bean ground up dark ain’t even the word you are roast yes no…

When I stumbled across (fell into the wondrous world) of the hash tag #AskRachel on Twitter last night, it was a spiritual experience… one that I’ve realized deserves a few…

i am motivated every day by black elder compassion black woman strength black people resilience, black child curiosity, black femme love, black man swagger, black life living black pain birthing,…