-
‘Smoke Your Weed, Baby’: Memories of My Mother’s Truth or D.A.R.E.
Today is the day my mother’s body expired because it could no longer take the demands of dialysis to manage the serial killer so many black families face—that literal motherfucker diabetes. She left this earth Feb. 7, 2018, and in every moment since, my life has been a series of disbelief, denial, and levels of…
-
A (Midwestern) Black Lesbian’s Reflections on 20 Years of Being ‘Family’
It started with a phone call to my mother one hazy June afternoon in Indiana. I called my mother every day, multiple times a day, yet this day was different—this time I was going to tell my mother that I was a lesbian. But before I could even get the words out, I started bawling;…
