Sisterhood feels like that late-night, eyes-tight, head-shaking giggle, when you remember once again that your sibling is a damn fool. It’s the last good feeling you have before you drift off to sleep: comfortable, content, secure, and safe. It’s sacred, and esoteric, and true as a ...
In Which I Laugh [and Cry] in the Face of Death [VIDEO!]
Death is a teacher and we're bound to take her class. I just happen to be a repeat student. Either I’m forever failing, or I’m the teacher’s favorite. If you keep up with me at all, you know that I’ve dealt with a fair share of death’s nonsense between July and today. In my case, when things ...
Misery at the Mercy of the Metro
I left at 5:00 pm sharp. Sharp, you hear me? Determined to have a peaceful and productive evening that leads into a peaceful and productive weekend. But the WMATA is the veins of satan himself and so I was made to wait. And wait and wait and wait. Forty minutes passed before I gave up and thought ...
The Most Lit Funeral I’ve Ever Attended
It felt like church on first Sunday. I clapped and laughed and sang and was almost a little jarred each time I remembered there was a casket in front of me. A few glances to the left would remind me of the major loss felt there. I looked at my clapping hands and leaned in to my sister’s ear, wanting ...
In Almost Memory of Tamesha Tyree
The first thing thing that comes to mind when Daddy tells me she’s brain dead is Emily King’s “Every Part.” I don’t summon it, it just plays, gently like background music to my next thought: “She’s always been brain dead.” It's a reflex. I want to say it. Then I want to laugh. Because that’s ...
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