Not even five minutes upon pulling into the campground, there was a middle-aged white woman yelling at us. We passed by this woman and her group in what seemed like slow motion. She all but banged on our windows as she peered inside, yelling angrily into our vehicle. I couldn’t help but wonder if on … Continue reading Camping While Black: We Out Here
I was standing in line at the airport security point, coming back from the Salt Collective’s weekend away in San Diego, and I got to chatting with the men in line in front of me who were in town for an international psychiatry conference. We were trying to figure out which line was the fastest … Continue reading If You’re Waiting to Be Calm…
Whether I have a little or a lot, I don’t worry about my circumstances because I know that as long as I pray and turn it over to God that everything will always be ok.
Trigger (n): a stimulus such as a smell, sound, or sight that gives rise to feelings of trauma. I hate the local news. I hate learning stories of muggings and car crashes that happen in my city or in the cities of people I love. I hate turning on the television to see shocking headline after … Continue reading Avoidance vs. Self-Care: The Ethics of Trigger Warnings
I’ve always known that my gender was different from my assigned sex, and on June 29, 2010, after a period of prayer and discernment with medical staff and those closest to me, I began the process of transitioning from being a female bodied person to being a male bodied person.
“In a 90’s kind of world, I’m glad I got my girls,” Queen Latifah sings with such conviction. I’m curled up on my couch singing loudly and poorly alongside Ms. Latifah, but it’s not 1993—the year Living Single first aired; it’s 2017—the first year of Donald Trump’s presidency. Fast-forward a week, and I’m on the … Continue reading How 90’s Black T.V. Became My Refuge in the Trump Era