I don’t know if I was looking for something in particular when I began reading this book of essays. I had previously been introduced to the creative work of Alice Walker through her book, The Color Purple but landed upon this text when attempting to curate an African feminist syllabus. Little did I know then that as the title of the book suggests, I too would find my literary mother’s garden in the intellectual work of Alice Walker. Going through each essay, I felt like I was communing with my mother,not as a girl or daughter though those two remain to be true but more so as one woman to another about what it means to live a conscientious life in 2019. Tayari Jones in the book An American Marriage perhaps best describes what happened between Zora and me, “Something shadowy and female happened between them, as mysterious and primal as witches brew.” Continue reading In Search of Our Mothers Gardens: Womanist Prose by Alice Walker
Tag: Poetry
An American Marriage: A Love Letter to the Black Community
“Georgia, this is a love letter. Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.”
There are a few books that can be best described as books you cannot put down once you start reading. Sure enough, An American Marriage fits the description. Similarly, every now and then, a book comes along that adds to the richness of the black literary canon. Tayari Jones gifts us with one of them enclosed within 300 pages of storytelling. Continue reading An American Marriage: A Love Letter to the Black Community
Where Reasons End: A Meditation
CW: This might be a hard one for some of you as there are mentions of suicide. Feel free to stop here if you need to.
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“Days are not the only place where we live, Nikolai said.
Time is not the only place where we live, I said.
Days are. I don’t have to have days to live now.
And yet I have to live in days, I said.
I’m sorry, he said.
Days: the easiest possession, requiring only automatic participation. The days he had refused would come, one at a time. Neither my allies nor my enemies, they would wait, every daybreak, with their boundless patience and indifference, seeing if they could turn me into a friend or an enemy to myself.
Never apologize, I said, for what you have let go.”
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Where Reasons End is a love letter from a mother to her dead son. She lived. He died. Same illness, different outcomes. Continue reading Where Reasons End: A Meditation
The Unsent Letter to the Modern Love Column of The New York Times
Each month, I save up my free NYT articles to be utilized solely within the modern love column. When the freebies fail to satiate me, as is often the case, I move on to their podcast which I religiously listen to on my way to school every Thursday morning. Recently, they had a college contest in which college students were asked to submit an essay on what modern love looks like for them. To no one’s surprise, I did not participate. Be that as it may, I did think about the prompt and in my own way, attempted to provide a small answer to their very big question.
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It’s everything but L-O-V-E
The dreaded four letter word
It’s when the sweetest thing a guy says to you on your first date is
“Can I kiss you?”
Simple
Somewhat obvious
And yet the question you’ve never been asked before
Continue reading The Unsent Letter to the Modern Love Column of The New York Times
To My Afrikan-in-America Comrade
There are power in words
You are not a descendant of slaves
You do not ascend from slavery
You are a descendant of free people who were enslaved
To stop your lineage at the point of disruption is to ignore the continuity of life that persisted through trauma and social death Continue reading To My Afrikan-in-America Comrade
