This morning around 10:15 decided to make my weekly trip to the grocery store. Walking down Davie Street toward Independent Grocer, I somehow tripped over a seam in the sidewalk. 498 more words
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The Beauty in Breaking, by Michele Harper
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As a black woman, I navigate an American landscape that claims to be post-racial when every waking moment reveals the contrary, an American landscape that requires all women to pound tenaciously against the proverbial glass ceiling, which we’ve since discovered is made of palladium, the kind of glass that would sooner bow than shatter.
1981: I am four and “helping” my dad in the back yard. “Helping” means playing Tarzan with the stakes and ties holding up his tomato plants. 1,413 more words