Category / Short essay / non-fiction
The religion of self-love
Loving myself was one of the most spiritual things I have ever done. When you are dark skinned, Black and woman love does not come to you easily. So I had to…
You are God: Supernatural beings having a human experience
Learning to integrate our ancestral, supernatural and spiritual lessons into living a fully impactful and love filled human experience. By Mariam Mouna “We are spiritual beings having a human experience” is a…
“Religion is the opium of the people”
The article critically explores the links between society and religion, and the challenges institutionalized faith places on one’s personal faith.
I Almost Let Him Run Off with All my Stuff
By: Ada Kalu A Personal Account of a Woman Grown Weary of Explaining Patriarchy to Men I am using this week to lock off all talk of men, I am weary. In recent…
A Love Letter to my Sistas
By: Cortnie Vee My dearest Sista, Thank you for showing me the purest meaning of unconditional love. Thank you for your constant encouragement and care. Thank you for helping me to understand…
The Fracturing of Friendship
-an essay that examines the process of a friendship break-up There is nothing in life more continuously joyous than friendship. In your youth you are burdened with the idea that you will…
Three Little Latchkeys
By Onicia Muller Balancing the thin line of beauty and torture is a difficult and necessary act every girl and woman must learn. My father was a restaurateur and entrepreneurial-minded, party boy.…
Biting My Tongue Until it Bleeds
A personal essay the dangers of silencing of women as a means of preparing them for wifehood. By: Mavis Michelini “Nne, you burnt the food again. Is this how you will be…
When Language is Lost the Love Remains
By: Adut Wol Akec My grandmother is the reason I love unconditionally. She had a way about her love that left an imprint on all her kids. I’m her kid’s child and…
Who Am I?
By: Mariam Guessous Who am I? If not all the lives I’ve lived. The experiences I’ve endured. The memories etched into my being. Who am I? If not all places I’ve been.…
Freckled Face Girl with Nappy Hair
by: Janice Hylton-Thompson In December 1990, at the tender age of 12, I boarded a plane at Kingston International Airport in Jamaica of the West Indies to JFK Airport in New York.…
How Food Kept Me Close To My Identity
By: Ronke Lawal As a British born Nigerian the fusion of cultures has always been a priority for me, as my parents instilled the importance of not losing sight of my Nigerian…
What Traveling Taught me About Race
by: Sope Adekola Stereotypes are still prevalent There are archaic stereotypes attached to being Black that are still unashamedly thriving in parts of the world. Living in a country like the UK,…
Home is Nowhere
By: Sasha Bonét To find one has to lose, one finds only by losing…To find is also to lose the self. While advancing, I am playing to find while losing. A thousand…
Fulfilling Forties Forecasting & Foretelling Your Forties
By: Janice Hylton-Thompson As I approach 40 years old this year, I began to take inventory of my life, goals, and aspiration. I realized that there are some areas in my life that…
Out From Under(wire)
By: Cortnie Vee I returned to the bustle of New York City replenished and glowing after five blissfully hot days in the Mojave Desert. So imagine my dismay when I walked into…