By Esther A. Armah I think the Ancestors call her ‘Queen Re Re’. This voice. Unsaid words and sounds that erupted, sometimes emerged, soothing, or...
By Idrissa Simmonds There is a generation of Black girls born at a time when our mothers spoke the name Aretha in the house with...
By Crystal deGregory She was ours. So many of us called her simply, “Aretha.” For so long, there was only one person so singularly associated...
By Frances Gaillard Parker In 1970, I considered myself a “supporter” of The Soledad Brothers and Angela Davis. I entered high school in the fall...
By Janell Hobson On the day we gathered for the homegoing of Aretha Franklin, undisputed Queen of Soul, the Buckingham Palace guard paid tribute with...
A little over a week ago, after sitting through seven-plus hours of Black Church homegoing bliss fit for a queen, many of us sat in utter...
By Tanwi Nandini Islam Let’s begin with a riddle: What’s something that exhausts itself, yet never disappears? A few answers: Self. Others. Identity. Love. I’m...