Author Archives: diminutivediva

January 20

Vindicated

While the idea of revenge may seem like a gratifying choice, it’s rarely the wisest one. A reflection on my struggle with it.

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Splintered

In late April 2015, I watched as Baltimore erupted in riots and protests following the death of Freddie Gray. Like Ferguson the year before, the images caught the rapt attention of the American public. By the time the uprising in Baltimore occurred I’d learned that knee-jerk, intense reactions didn’t serve my interest or those of […]

November 21

Family Over Everything

Once I’ve stirred one tablespoon of pure cane sugar into my cup, I sit at my kitchen table to enjoy it. I’m about three sips in when I’m hit with memories of precious times with my late Grandma…

November 14

Happiness NOW

Life is a drink and love’s a drug…Coldplay, ‘Hymn For The Weekend’ I stood in the Costco parking lot early in the evening on Wednesday, November 1st, loading a box full of bulk items into the back of my SUV. Once everything was secure I slammed the door, the flags of the US and Tanzania […]

November 02

An Afternoon at the Schomburg

There was a time when the sight of the black berets, chic black leather coats, and massive Afros that symbolized the movement would fill me with nothing but pride. But on that day, I felt ambivalence.

The conviction and exuberance shown in the exhibit saddened me, for I know too well how the story ended. ..

October 29

Harlem Blues

As my eyes scanned the walls, from the vintage black and white covers to the color one with President Barack Obama, they filled with tears. The beautiful and rich legacy of my people lay before me…

October 24

To New Beginnings…

I sit in the terminal at JFK International Airport, the heavy rain and gray skies reminding me of the city I’m returning to. But the gloomy weather isn’t enough to dampen my spirits. Indeed, as the events of the last five days play in my head, I’m overcome with a sense of tranquility and gratitude. […]

April 19

It’s On You

‘Personal responsibility’. I often cringe when I hear the phrase. It’s not that I have a problem with the concept. The necessity of accepting responsibility for my actions was a major part of my upbringing, and one that I’m drilling into baby girls’ psyche as well. However, the term has been so used and abused […]