By Sandra E. Weissinger I started my career as a sociologist in New Orleans five years after Hurricane Katrina. The school I worked at still...
By Melva L. Sampson I am exhausted! It is exhaustion that overwhelms and overruns me because of its deep-seated roots. Roots that make one question...
"ripping hot and fierce down the night sky till they are out of our pining sight, too quickly, more frequently than we can bear, their incandescent metal, incinerating,...
Sounds to Me Like A Promise: On Survival (After Audre Lorde: The Berlin Years by Dagmaar Schultz) “I love the word survival, it always sounds...
By Lindah Mhando This is a dedication to my dear sister friend Aaronette White. The use of the word “warrior” doesn’t suggest women as warmongers ready...
By Analena Hope “Can I live?” This simple yet resounding question has been posed a number of times in different ways by Black feminists within...
By Tressie McMillan Cottom My great grandmother used to pay me to talk, about anything and nothing. She just “loved to hear that child speak!”...