On chasing ecstasy, finding tenderness, creating art, and experiencing motherhood.
Richmond could offer a bold challenge to historical narratives about the South, the Confederacy, and American slavery.
“I need a new way to eat,” I say. The nutritionist nods and says, “You want to lose some weight while we’re at it, right?”
An awesome braille reader’s fingers move smoothly across the page. My fingers, however, move like caterpillars on Klonopin.
We remember only a version of the story, and we tell only a fraction of that version. And sometimes, even that will fail us.
Sometimes I don’t want my wife to touch me. I grow anxious and sweaty at the thought of her behind me as we ascend the stairs to bed. I pass it off like it’s funny.
Despite his literary brilliance, Dumas became a tragic symbol of young black men slain by police.
I have forgotten how to speak two languages. But I have learned this one.
I hope the voices of people who haven’t necessarily had the words when they needed them can also be heard.