#Charleston. #Baltimore. #Ferguson. Hey Church! Where in the HELL are YOU?

Yes, I meant that. No, the title was not a mistake. I’m really asking. Church, where in all. this. hell. are you? Because when Black bodies that look scarily similar to my child’s, my husband’s, and mine are regularly burned and broken, it feels like a raging, unholy hell to me. So let’s not mince …

Redux: My Problem with (what some call) Forgiveness: A Heart Cracked Wide Open by Ferguson, MO

I wrote this piece right after the Ferguson rebellion regarding faith and forgiveness. I'm re-sharing it because there seems to be a whole lot of "I'm sorry's" and "you should/shouldn't forgive" making the social media rounds these days. *** Do some deaths have a purpose? I have to believe they do. Even the senseless ones. Even …

Dear Celebrities: The #BlackLivesMatter Movement Needs More of You to Step Up

For over a week now, I have been working on an essay that began as a harsh critique of celebrities’ lack of involvement in the #BlackLivesMatter and #ICantBreathe protests. The silence has been deafening. But in that time, a trickle of A-listers have started to emerge, like Jay Z and Beyoncé, Chris Rock, Dave Chappell, Samuel …

It Could Have Been Me: When Stupidity Means Death and Other Fears of a Mother

(originally published on MyBrownBaby.com) I drank too much that night. I was nineteen years old, hanging out with friends in my dorm, listening to music, playing spades and sipping for the first time on something I'd never heard of until then: MD 20/20. Yep, I was nineteen. And dumb. Not dumb as in unintelligent or …