It's exhausting being a black woman. It's tiring being fully aware that all of your actions are used as representation of what it is to be a black woman. Unless you're amongst those you know, others will forever see you as a caricature of your race, rather than the whole individual person you are. Anything... Continue Reading →

In Cambodia, I was sunbathing on one of their many beautiful beaches. I was in my twenties and wanted to be as black as night. I’d gone the complete opposite direction from my teenage days. Yes, I was that token black goth- bless younger me right! Anyway, I’m lying on a lounger in the sun... Continue Reading →

“You’re adopted?” “Yes, of course I am. How did you not know that!?!” “It never occurred to me I suppose” “But all my family are white. EVERYONE in my family is white!” “I never gave it much thought; you’re just you.” “I’m the only black person in our friend group. I’m the darkest person you... Continue Reading →

I used to think white people were cannibals and that they ate black people. This was my honest opinion when I was a child. I don’t know where it came from. I have no idea of the origin of this idea as everyone told me I was wrong. I was 6 years old at the... Continue Reading →