I Need To Read Some Country Hair Stories
When I’ve mentioned “growing moon” and “growing hand” to some other sisters, they look at me with blank stares, and then, they laugh at me and say, “You sure are country.”
When I’ve mentioned “growing moon” and “growing hand” to some other sisters, they look at me with blank stares, and then, they laugh at me and say, “You sure are country.”
As anyone who has had a conversation with me lasting more than five minutes knows, I am writing a book of poems on the 18th century African American poet Phillis Wheatley, imagining her life and times in colonial New England. What some folks don’t know is why I started writing the book in the first […]
Regarding the news that The White House has lifted the ban on deepwater drilling: has Brother Barack lost all of his “progressive, liberal” cool points–and HIS MIND, too? That’s all for today.:-)
Since yesterday was the one-year anniversary of this blog, I wanted to re-post my first political piece that ran last year on National Coming Out Day, October 11, “Pink Suit and Gators to Match.” (It was a Sunday last year, thus the last line.) And once again, this year, I want to show my continuing […]
I’ve been working so hard and writing furiously–won’t talk about that yet, because I don’t want to spoil the mojo, but hopefully I will, soon–that I forgot that yesterday, October 10, was the one-year anniversary of my blog! That’s right: Phillis Remastered started a year ago yesterday. Initially, I wanted to start the blog only […]
We Black folks always go back to slavery and talk about how we’ve been “buked and scorned” over the centuries; we bring up those slave ships that our ancestors rode in, laying in their filth and carrying their heart-hurt. Yet we are now guilty of the abominations of slave catchers and masters.
In a city like Atlanta, my home away from home since 2004, I don’t understand how Long can at once opt for literal exegesis of Scripture on some issues – namely same-gender love and marriage – and not see how his own strategies could entrap him.
Now that I am grown, I know that strength and courage is not automatically self-replicating from one generation to the next. It is not something passed down through the blood or through community. You have to reach for it.