Where She Died – Where We are all Buried.

Trinity United Methodist Church rests on the corner of “this is happening” and “I’d rather not”. The unassuming church building, with some brick maybe or concrete, is housed on a block where strangers cross the street indiscriminately against traffic. The parking lot is gated, and the community center in back creeps up like ivy against…

(Don’t) Climb Every Mountain

Give up on your dreams. Wait, what? I mean this in the kindest way possible. Fuck ‘em! It’s OK. I know you’re thinking, but *my dreams* are special/unique/important. Maybe they are, but dreams are manifestations of the things we think we want across moments. Dreams are illusions. We all have dreams, idolized hallucinations of amorphous…

Home is another word for…

Four years ago I got on a plane to go home. Home, another word for wanting, and I had no idea what I was doing. Real brother number 2 told me to go with no expectations because home is another word for letdown. He said to take Liberia as it unfolds to you, to be…

A sad girls guide to turning 30

​I’ve always been a secret sad girl. Maybe it was the series of unfortunate events that brought me to the US (cough, war, cough) or the fact that for four years of my childhood I lived with relative strangers. Or maybe it was the fact that, at 10, I moved to a new city with…

I’m gonna keep on Loving (v Virginia) you

Two days ago, on Monday June 12th, we had the pleasure of celebrating the 50th anniversary of the Supreme Court decision to invalidate the national laws against miscegenation (interracial marriage). On Loving Day, many people shared their stories about fighting for their relationships to be recognized as legitimate and protected in the US. The New…

Oh Politics, Politics,Wherefore art thou Reason

In a little known play by the playwright Billy Shakespeare titled Romeo and Juliet the Chorus informs us of a rivalry of two houses, not based in any one thing but so ingrained in the fabric of each family that they are resigned to their hate of the other. (*Spoilers*) When the children of the…

The Leftovers

TW: *A note. I thought a lot about whether I would use this person’s real name and I feel that it wold be disingenuous to the person he was to not be totally honest. It is not my intention to speak for the dead; I’m trying to make peace with living.

Time will tell

Last night a candidate for the presidency of the United States said to millions of people in and across the world that if he was not elected that he would not concede to the decisions of the polity. Literally stated “I will look at it at the time.” A week prior, the same person encouraged a…

Our Father, who art in… Long Island

I. Oh sister, don’t be afraid of me*  In early June,  two of my father’s children reached out to me, first on Facebook (remember when Facebook was for college students only; glory days), and later through texts and eventually phone calls.  These new sibling wanted to develop a relationship (whatever that means). After various correspondence…

In-Between

About a month ago I recorded a piece for the Stockyard Institute’s  collaborative exhibit “In Anticipation of Belonging” at the Smart Museum of Art at the University of Chicago. I hadn’t anticipated crying in a museum, or feeling so weighted by the piece, but it moved me. Here is the Recording, I hope it moves you….

The Walking Dead

“i am like a survivor/ of the flood/ walking through the streets/drenched with God/ surprised that all of the/ drowned victims/ are still walking and talking”- Saul Williams …said the shotgun to the head Why does peace seem so elusive during the most peaceful time in human history? When I was 6 I came to America, not of my own volition,…

It is well…with my soul

This August, I’m going to visit my father in New York. It would be the first time in almost three years. Post birthdays, graduations, weddings, all things he was unable to attend; because he’s dead. Growing up my fathers absence was a phantom in the background, just beyond my peripheral vision. He was a myth…