America, A Problem to Puzzle Through

On second thought, I do have something more to say. Because there is a need for a record, a kind of accounting of all these becomings, unfolding into newer versions of Maria, reconciling parts of old me with new me. I have captured numerous of my changes in private journals and notes for future publications….

An Ode to Chopped Hair

My Dearest Hair, We are less than twenty-four hours away from chopping most of you off.  Well my beautiful locs, we have been here a few times before and yet, I have never experienced as much angst about the eventual chopping as I have experienced this week. I am certain it’s my age. So much…

How Social Media Almost Killed Me

Social media is no longer sucking the life out of me. Once ago I used to open up my Facebook and Instagram pages and feel regularly defeated as I scrolled through my account feeds. They inspired terrible feelings of stunned wonder and dismay about American life: Was this it? Was this what we as human…

America, Sometimes You Break My Heart

1. Unless one is born into an interracial family, most of us can remember the first occasions when we mingled with others outside of our race. I had no significant experience with non-black people until my college years. Of course, there were casual exchanges during my childhood and teenage years with teachers, a few camp…