Voices

A little piece of my ability to feel safe in the world was lost forever in those moments. I knew he was telling the truth.

The leaves of the deciduous trees are beginning to turn — red, orange, yellow, shades of sunset — and fall has arrived, announcing the change of seasons.

We all need our hair done. I can't help but think that my lack of hair resources reminds me that I live in a land that wasn't intended for me.

Maybe — just maybe — it isn’t the Black women who should issue an apology. Here's how to apologize to a Black woman in ten easy steps.

If I were to tell my younger self that I have only one friend from my high school years spent in Westport, Connecticut attending my wedding that’s

If you don’t want false rape accusations, don’t sexually assault anyone. Don’t even come close to sexually assaulting anyone.

And Mr. Ivy League, if you’re reading this, know that you caused harm. I’m setting down my shame, like an old coat that no longer fits. The shame is yours.

We will survive this. We will thrive. We have to. The patriarchy will not defeat itself we have to keep burning it down. Here are some ways you can act.