When I was seven or eight, I wrote obituaries. For a kid, they were pretty morbid stories, the stuff that fills psychiatric files: “Kristy was killed by her father today …” “Timmy got ran over by the school bus …” … Continue reading →
I welcome intelligent debate and critique on my site. Unfortunately, I've had to moderate comments because of Trayvon Martin Derangement Syndrome and women who are offended by the word "Becky" (Not by Becky behaviors, mind you -- like trolling a black woman's website and being offended that she has the nerve to point out white privilege and racial microaggressions when she encounters them -- just the moniker.) This is a safe space for black women and our allies and if this offends you, find another site to troll. Sorry, my house. My rules.