“You’re totally Nigerian,” Nkechi Nneji said, holding her hands out in a frame like she was sizing up my face for a…
I thought I knew how to bathe.
First things first, I have a lot of hair.
Two years ago, as part of an assignment, I was white. I didn’t change my skin color or anything, but I drove across…
Before most of black America pulled their dashikis over their head and threw kente cloths over their shoulders for the B…
A few months ago, The Root began a series of stories under the name “I Tried It,” chronicling the experiences of…
It’s 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, Jan. 13, and I’m sitting in a white minivan at Kiev, Ukraine’s central train station…
If I had to guess about my first real introduction to opera, it was back in the Napster days. I was in high school,…
When I told my mother I was going to the “Come Meet a Black Person” event in Lawrenceville, Ga., she readily told me,…
Confession: I was absolutely thinking about pulling out of my first silent party an hour before I was to leave for it.…
I’m a wannabe yogi. I’m working on myself as a human being, and yoga calls to me more than anything else ever has. I…
Yesha Callahan, The Root’s deputy managing editor, is a tyrant.
In my quest to become a whole, functioning human being, I have been going through a yearslong process of undoing and…