TWO OPTIONS (For Sandra and Kindra and Natasha and Renisha and…)

Because it's way too hard to keep writing the same think pieces and essays over and over again. Saying the same thing over and over again. To the same people over and over again. Because my heart aches and my soul is tired. Because I know God is not pleased with what some have wrought and …

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 …