Like many Christian orgasms, mine was hesitant and dredged in uncertainty. Well, dredged wasn’t the best term for this. I didn’t batter up my shame and fry it piping hot. The air did feel heavy, though, as I stared at his clock and tried to count milliseconds. How many times…

My parents are committed to the quest of perfection even though they probably don’t know it. They’d never say that they want their children to be perfect, even though they show us. “We love you guys no matter what,” they’d told us growing up, with their thick accents punctuating the…

“‘A How-To Guide to Having Dark Skin and Trying (But Failing) to Love it’ is a research essay written for Dr. Henderson’s ‘Writing 1’ class in Fall of 2014. This piece delves into the dichotomous sorts of identities that black women (both in America and abroad) are forced to reconcile…

I think about being attractive a lot. I don’t do so because I am vain (although, don’t get it twisted — I am vain. By popular standards and the Christian Ethic I somewhat affirm, having 693 selfies stored in the ‘Favorites’ album of my iPhone is a little much). I…