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Dog Day Afternoon

1 Comment · Wednesday, March 26, 2014
 By now you know that 14-year-old Jashawn Martin was shot to death by half-brothers Miniko Hicks and Donyell Walker in broad daylight March 21 when Martin stopped to watch a fight between two warring factions.  

A Warm Gun

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Boone County Constable Joe Kalil got shot down early last month.  

In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 12, 2014
My partner’s mother has been dead 11 years now; mine will have been dead nine years in May.  

Got Insurance? (Me, Neither. Yet.)

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 5, 2014
At a little before 9:20 a.m. I started, for the third time, to create an account on the government’s national Affordable Health Care insurance website, The Marketplace.
  

Mahogany's: Turn Out the Lights

3 Comments · Wednesday, February 26, 2014
I am not being hard-hearted when I write that the slow, public and painful financial decline of Liz Rogers and her long-lamented Mahogany’s could have long ago been avoided.  

This Land Is Your Land

4 Comments · Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Florida is no place for black teenage boys to grow old.  

Mahogany's: In the Dark

26 Comments · Wednesday, February 12, 2014
News of the recent financial woes dogging Mahogany’s co-owner Liz Rogers are not surprising, shocking or even new.  

Black Codes From Above Ground

0 Comments · Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Black History Month for those of us who’d like to see it just quietly fall off is like an antiquated social program that either needs drastic overhauling or burying.
  

The Union

1 Comment · Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Just because Hillary Clinton is stalling her official announcement while her supporters scurry about amassing her campaign war chest does not mean the rest of us cannot see what is coming.
  

My Right Foot of Fury

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I have always taken for granted simple things like balance, mobility, independence and 10 toes and, as a raging diabetic, I am particularly obsessed with my feet.  

Avondale

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 15, 2014
It was 1989 and crack cocaine had all its black enthusiasts by the pipe; never more prevalent and obviously so than along the stretch of Burnett Avenue heading north toward its intersection with Rockdale Avenue.  

Ashes to Ashes

0 Comments · Tuesday, December 31, 2013
My niece, to whom I haven’t spoken in probably decades, is having her father cremated. D. died Christmas Eve morning.  

Give Me a Reason

5 Comments · Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Top 10 Reasons Why I’ve Only Seen the Same Black Guy Among the Masses Whenever Believe In Cincinnati Was on the News Advocating for the Streetcar.  

Christmas Me Home

0 Comments · Wednesday, December 18, 2013
They’re here. They’re my human Christmas cards, joy in the flesh and unwrapped, laughing presents exploding with a year’s worth of stories, relationships, work and secrets about places women find joy.  

Get Off the Line

1 Comment · Wednesday, December 11, 2013
It’s not for me to say because I neither pledged a sorority nor did I even finish college, but I’ve always found Greek life a strange and an unlikely community to want to join.