A native Seattleite and East Coast transplant, I have been interested in politics, religion, and race from the day I saw “The Autobiography of Malcolm X” on the bookshelf belonging to my BFF’s mom back in 1991. While my zealotry has thankfully diminished with maturity, I remain the deep thinking, passionate, and humble woman I have always been.
It was Tuesday, February 24th, 2004. I’m seated in the conference room for our weekly team meeting. Suddenly, my cell phone begins to vibrate violently. I remain anchored to my seat, not excusing myself to answer it. It continues to shake for the next few minutes. But I sit through the meeting anyway. I know […]
It was October 3rd, 1995. It was relatively warm in Seattle. The weather hadn’t turned cold and damp yet, so I wore sandals and skorts my aunt bought me from JCPenney. My second-period class, Japanese 2A, had just started. Listening to the announcements, I coated my lips with another layer of MAC’s Fetish lipstick. I […]
In my last essay on dancing, you may have noticed one glaring omission: MC Hammer. I did not exclude MC Hammer because I think he’s unimportant. Instead, I wanted to devote an entire essay to him. Hammer was unarguably a great dancer and entertainer. But his story is about much more than that. We didn’t […]