Pan-African, Mother, Sister, I design and develop websites for the Black world, founder of @nublaxity


  • Sorry? Don’t be.

    When I saw my closest cousin on the day I got out, she hugged me and said, “I’m sorry, Tania.” There it was. An apology I felt I was owed. And you know what? It provided very little comfort. Not none, mind you, but very little. After all the time I’d spent feeling abandoned by people I’m sure I’d have held down, her words fell flat. I hugged her back and told her we’d talk…

  • Re-entry

    Well. I’m free. After four and a half years in a U.S. prison, I’ve “re-entered” society. It’s not quite sunk in yet, I don’t think. I mean, obviously there are things that one doesn’t forget: I still know how to operate a knife and fork, for example. But even little things like that seem weird. The dishes feel heavy after years of plastic. And they’re breakable (gotta be careful). Anyhow, I guess this will be…