Voices

As a Black woman, I don’t have the luxury of not caring what others think about me.

Selling my wedding dress was the final act of purging my failed three-year marriage.

Here I have one task — walk. No schedules to keep. No to-do list. Nobody paging me or pulling at my attention.

Growing up, I had a lot of access to people who looked like me. I was completely unaware of the struggles that accompany interracial friendships.

T Kira Madden’s debut, Long Live the Tribe of Fatherless Girls, shifted my understanding of myself to a degree I’ve never experienced.

I have a daughter I adore, a career I am insanely proud of, and a friend group I cherish. Maybe that’s enough.. Maybe this is how a spinster is made.

I’m turning 40 in April. I am mostly at peace with the looming milestone birthday, but every once in a while, the gravity of it all hits me.

How do I use my own privilege? Do I eliminate obstacles for others or do I take the easier route of deferring to the status quo?