Moaning for Mama

Eventually, the posters will be thrown away and the voices will still. Gut-stirring images of protestors covering every inch of street will become memory, gorgeous pictures placed on the coffee tables of our hearts. New laws will crawl onto the books, and America will...
Visiting Mama

Visiting Mama

Early this morning, just before sunrise, I spent time with Mama. Minnie Lucille Elliott Danley. The woman who loved me most in this whole weird world. The woman who, inexplicably, searched her big purse as if looking for her car keys when the doctor told her even...
Certified

Certified

Don’t get me wrong. I understand that sometimes you need a real-deal therapist to help you work through grief. Truth be told, every now and then I check in with my therapist, Dr. What’s-Her-Name. She retired and I felt abandoned so I rinsed her name from...
2019: What’s Before You

2019: What’s Before You

When I was about 24, I used to attend a church where women were in charge. It was wonderful and undemanding, held on the campus of Spelman College in a little building so nondescript it’s not even worth describing. Reverend Vickie was our buxom, fearless...
Song and Sweat

Song and Sweat

Now that the forever- funeral is over and the Queen has been lowered into the ground, I’ve had a bit of time to marinate over her legacy and what it means for me and my Mama-grief. Let me start by sharing this with you: a few weeks ago, days after Ms. Franklin...