I’m not ashamed to say that I cried.
Bassey Ikpi
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American-Nigerian, ex-poet, current writer, constant mental health advocate (The Siwe Project and No Shame Day), underachieving overachiever and memoir procrastinator (Harper Perennial 2019).
“So, what do you want to talk about today?” the thin Asian woman across from me asks. She asks this twice a week…
I deactivated my Twitter and Facebook three months ago. I told myself it was because I needed to concentrate on…
I wasn’t the least bit interested in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend when I first happened upon it on the CW. If the title…
Many people look for different ways to minimize the time they spend on their devices, but for those of us who manage…
The new World Trade Center in all its grotesque, sanitized and bleached whiteness still makes me a bit sick. I…
Last week I watched Demi Lovato’s YouTube documentary, Simply Complicated, chronicling her well-publicized drug…
Today was one of those “Barely get dressed” kind of days. Today was one of those “You gotta get out of the house”…
Terrible made-for-TV movies are my anti-drug and have been since I was a child. Back then they were often called…
I’ve always loved to dance. I’d spend hours transfixed whenever dancers from the ballet or Soul Train were on TV. We…
Some people just aren’t built to be rock stars. The big audiences, the grueling travel, the long stretches away from…
Often, after an intense therapy appointment, instead of sitting in my car, folded across the steering wheel before I…
Editor’s Note: Trigger warning, this post talks about the subject of suicide, and was written before the death of…
The salon was busy when I walked in. There was the chatter of stylists gossiping with clients, the whirl of hair…
The last few weeks had been good; the fog that spent the last year following me had risen back into the clouds, and…
Waking up to tragedies of some measure has become the norm over the years. Lately it feels as if every day there’s…
I go to stores at 3:15 on weekdays.