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“What would happen if you let yourself feel angry?” A dear friend asked as we walked the beach late last Spring.  I left off with Privilege ...

I heard them before I saw them. His once-clean-cut sandy hair had grown shaggy over his ears. But his winning smile still looked the same....

The day after I wrote my last post —after the stirred pot, the late night, the hot tears—I had to shift gears and simmer. To compartmentaliz...

It’s interesting to be the only black woman many of the people in my community know. Or perhaps the only one a handful feel comfortable eno...

It's been happening more frequently. It goes something like this: "What do YOU think, Abi?" I respond then head backstage. Th...

I've been socially distant, distracted, and I realized much too late that tomorrow is Mother's Day. Snap. Since I won't get my ...