Today I discuss a key challenge facing me with my creative writing: balancing authenticity with concern on how my work impacts the larger narratives about my marginalized and frequently misunderstood community.
Once I’ve stirred one tablespoon of pure cane sugar into my cup, I sit at my kitchen table to enjoy it. I’m about three sips in when I’m hit with memories of precious times with my late Grandma…
Life is a drink and love’s a drug…Coldplay, ‘Hymn For The Weekend’ I stood in the Costco parking lot early in the evening on Wednesday, November 1st, loading a box full of bulk items into the back of my SUV. Once everything was secure I slammed the door, the flags of the US and Tanzania […]