When a white man unzips your skin and slips you on like a new leather jacket, and he proceeds to dance and sing while you are still shadowed in the corner, when the words are mixed in his mouth but come out clear, precise, you can’t help but remember. They do not see you or… Continue reading There is a difference between being offended and being injured because you are constantly silenced and invisible. Know the difference.
I am still in the fog of grief well into the afternoon when, post-nap, my youngest begs “up”. Mostly he wants to be nearer to the cupboard because the snack provided was not the snack he desired. I felt ashamed saying no to picking him up, but I feel so heavy already. The trouble is,… Continue reading Grief Fog