Ten years after the events described in my last blog I stand in my kitchen, staring down at the screen of my white iPhone 6 in confusion. My favorite yellow and red kanga wrapped around my waist,I launch my Pandora app as I usually listen to music when I cook and clean. But when the app opened […]
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Somewhere between my freshman and sophomore year of high school I drafted the blueprint of my life. It looked like this: Attend and graduate from an HBCU by the age of 21; Meet a “good Black man” at said HBCU; Marry said “good Black man” at 25; Give birth to our first child at 28; Give […]
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The pessimism and moodiness that developed from being the child of an addict had settled into me by my thirteenth year. The Binge now seemed to be a permanent feature of life for my family. I reconciled myself to the fact that one day my mom wasn’t going to return after weeks of indulging her […]
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