The Unintended Consequences of Assimilating as a Black Girl in America

I have a confession to make: When I was in high school and college, I tried erasing as much of my blackness as possible to “fit in.” Let me start at the beginning. I was acutely aware of race as a young child. I can’t say that it had a profound influence on how I… Read more »

I Hope You Dance– Inspiration from my Grandmother

Our lives are easily lost in the hum-drum shuffle of every day life. The most casualties occur, not in actual death, but when we march along mindlessly, unhappily, making ends meet and tying up loose ends; finishing this, and finishing that and just trying to make it to the weekend. I Hope You Dance Was… Read more »

6-Black Owned Book Publishers

6 Black-Owned Book Publishers This is what I’ve been looking for!  I’ve been trying to spend my money in the black community, so it’d only be natural for me to want to seek a black owned publishing company for my novel, when its finished in June.  I haven’t researched them yet, but if you’ve heard… Read more »

The Best Mobile Devices for Writers: 2013

I am anti-consumerism, anti-materialistic, anti-spending money-on-unnecessary-things.  However, I’ve been searching for the perfect do-all writing device.  Once upon a time, I used to carry around a notebook and a pen, and when I was inspired, I could write my musings down on paper.  I can still do that, but as a blogger and fiction writer,… Read more »

Twenty-Six Students in a Mixing Bowl

Twenty-Six Students in a Mixing Bowl Twenty-Six students in a mixing bowl, boiling to escape They’re sliding cards and “f*cks!” across the table Public Displays of Affection without discretion “It’s not just a kiss,” I say. There’s confrontation: a girl about to beat the sh*t out of a boy with long hair and someone worried… Read more »


  This is a new poem… second draft. Being I stand, admiring the edge of clouds along the sky but I can’t connect to their certainty of being, and action. I’m floating like an air molecule, “invisible to the naked eye,” but I’m here. Fluid like ocean water and swimming amongst many. I’m strangely relevant,… Read more »

South Beach

This is another old poem I wrote in college… undergrad maybe.  I think it’s strange how I wait years and years to share things I’ve written.  Do you other writers do that?  Anyways here it is South Beach Lavender moonlight nudges sun rays creeping behind the horizon. But a khaki colored morning sighs, the brown… Read more »

The African-American Writer’s Inferiority Complex

I spend a lot of time feeling like I cant. I think it’s an issue that plagues most African-American writers. Honestly, writing a New York Times #1 bestselling novel seems out of reach. Some days, I attribute this lack of confidence to the political nature of race in this country: To get to number one on the NYT list, I have… Read more »

My Hair

I wrote a lot of poetry in college. My sophomore year (2005) I debated whether or not I should stop relaxing my hair.  This poem was written at the very beginning of my transition.  This is my favorite poem that I’ve written. My Hair I like to examine the way my hair grows at the roots,… Read more »

Why I Write

After a tumultuous year spent writing a thesis, I came to wonder why I started writing in the first place. Apparently, I love writing enough to get a Master’s degree in it. There were times in my life where writing something was a necessity to get through the day. Yet because of thesis, I’ve stopped writing. All… Read more »

  • I’m never getting a real job!

    I refuse to get a real job.  I find the idea of being under someone else’s law unbearable.  I want to do my own thing, make my own rules, and do the things I love.   I have so many ideas floating around in my head it’s difficult to know where to start. There is the… Read more »

  • I’m a slacker

    I admit, I’ve been slacking off.  Not only have I not been updating this blog, I’ve been slacking off everywhere.  Take my graduate program for example.  I’m not focused as much on school as I’d like to be.  I barely get my homework done.  And usually, when I turn my assignments in, it’s not something… Read more »

  • On taking criticism

    The hardest thing about being a writer is having to take criticism from your peers, professors, editors or publishers. I hate it. I remember when I was in elementary school, I was working on some creative form of writing.  The teacher told me that I should modify my work in a certain way, a way… Read more »

  • Two things

    # 1. Sometimes I wonder if I wrote everyday, would I be so tightly wound up? Would I be a control freak? #2. I’m sitting in my room, on the floor, eating a brownie with my fingers out of a bowl, with the lights off. It’s twilight. I opened my curtains, pulled back the blinds,… Read more »

  • I want to quit writing, sometimes

    Some people praise me for chasing my dream, but I have to be honest, it kind of sucks. Everyday I say I’m going to be a writer, and at this point in my life, I absolutely hate writing.   I’m not sure if it’s the assignments mandated by my professors, or the lack of interest… Read more »

  • Cursing, Swearing and F-Bombs

    So I’ve been thinking a lot about cuss words.  Is it really that bad to use swear words when writing? Some people feel that being vulgar when you write is somewhat cop-out: That using curse words is an indication of a limited vocabulary. I don’t think so. For me cursing is not really about expressing anger or… Read more »

  • Do you have too much stuff?

    Really think before you answer.  You might say no, but is your desk covered in papers?  Do miscellaneous items find themselves on your dresser, coffee table or kitchen counter? Do you have items that really have no home? I do.  I have so much crap I don’t know where to put it all. I purge and purge,… Read more »

  • When I get angry…. (and a poem)

    I stew.  My blood boils.  I want to snap tree trunks in half.  I want to take a sledge hammer and destroy doors and windows. I want to take expensive electronics and hurl them so they shatter into a million pieces.   A therapist once suggested that I throw ice cubes against a brick wall.  I… Read more »

  • I can’t focus long enough to write 500 words

    Never, I repeat, NEVER get out of the habit of writing. If you do writing becomes more difficult. As a grad student, I am a slave to word counts. I used to write all the time in my diary for hours. Now, I can barely write a 500 word analyzation. I feel like I have… Read more »

  • Novel timelines

    I’m on day four of my novel writing adventures. Yes, we are two weeks into January and I’m supposed to be on day 15. This whole novel writing thing is going kind of blah. Strangely enough (considering I work in a book store and read tons,) I’m finding myself trying to remember how novels are… Read more »