comets: a word on brutality, healing & shining

The issue of police brutality and silenced voices are the inspiration behind this site, yet you'll notice that there have not been many posts on police brutality recently as these incidents scathe our lives and our timelines. We live in a world where a hashtag or a quick article seem to be a sufficient response [...]

rundown carry-ons

"Please be careful when removing your [baggage] from the overhead compartment as items may have shifted during flight." Baggage is inevitable. If you're going places, chances are you're taking things with you. Flights create friction, they have turbulence and measures to keep you safe amidst all of that. The one thing a flight can't do [...]

A Wrinkle In Self-Discovery

A Wrinkle in Time is ticking with black girl magic. From the onset of the journey, with Duvernay's use of  vivid colors and contrasts to the ending where Meg rises as the heroine. As we know, in the making of a Disney movie, one must allow their imagination to be as expansive as Mr. Disney himself. [...]

A Wrinkle In White Hollywood

A Wrinkle In Time is a film directed by a woman of color in an age where erasure is a trend, but as always, melanin continues to shine through. I believe Ava DuVernay is the best person to craft such a vision as she has marveled us with works such as 13th, Selma, The Door [...]

Creating a New Narrative in Baltimore Schools: Freddie Gray to Black Panther

One afternoon during our social studies block, I did a lesson on race using the characters of “Sesame Street.” I asked my 6- and 7- year-old students: What race would Big Bird, Oscar, Elmo and Cookie Monster be if they were people and why? Using tally marks, my students decided that Big Bird and Elmo [...]

Still Black

Last time I was spitting game Scene from Jay-Z’s The Story of OJ It was about the captivity and shame That fueled a luxurious change to fame But still All black people are the same. Black culture is synonymous with swag, intelligence, beauty The swag we brought to the endless cotton that our hands plucked [...]

That Old School Love Never Fades

My mother met my father in 1975, while she was working at Homer G. Phillips Hospital in St. Louis, Missouri. She was a nurse and he was a surgical resident. After his death in 1998, my mother told me she and my father had been together twenty years. In that twenty years, they had three [...]

Fatherly Love

In 1998, my father died of a massive heart attack, brought on by congestive heart failure and pulmonary edema.  I was 17-years-old. The most powerful memory I have is when I was about four or five and my father was carrying my younger sister in his arms when I asked him to carry me. He [...]