A Starving Artist Loves Her Life
Her stage name is Honeycomb, but the dazzling spoken word poet, Tawana Petty, wears her ‘real’ name and lives her ‘real’ life in rugged authenticity here in Detroit. She first appeared on my radar as...
View ArticleThe Shocking Truth About Detroit
Less than a year ago, I sat in a classroom with two dozen Detroiters when something hit me with the ferocity of a deep razor-sharp truth. We had only just met, but when our professor asked us to talk...
View ArticleFinding My Way Back To You
I am currently reading Kwasi Akwamu’s controversial book, Stop Snitching: Does It Really Reduce Crime in the Black Community? Beyond challenging the negative impact of informing on our communities,...
View ArticleWhy Detroit and YOU Are so Much Alike
In Pune, India where I was living just a few short months ago, every well-to-do neighborhood is surrounded by a ring of slums that provides the labor to make upper-class life possible. A walk of any...
View ArticleOn Becoming Unfukwitable
A black girl’s first act of sorcery is to make herself disappear. I understood this when my father asked me to sit on his lap. He was in a wonderful mood that night. His baritone, a whiskey warmed song...
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