X-Files, Under the Bed
“Do you paint with your head or your heart?”
My mouth said nothing. But my head? It already knew.
It’s Hard in these Single Streets
Am I attracting these men? Is it something about my energy? Am I ready for real love or still projecting emotional unavoidablity?
A Nation in Transition
America is still so young.
In global time, she’s barely out of adolescence— loud, brilliant, confused, and high on her own myths.
Maybe that means the blueprint is still being written.
The Revolution Is Time-Zoned
If last week was a pot-stirring moment, then this week is about tasting what bubbled up.
The Distance is by Design
But after moving abroad, I see more clearly what’s been taken from us—community, connection, and the knowledge of our shared migrations.
And now, I want to take it back.
The Body Was the First Border
Because the body was the first border.
And coming back to it—over and over again—
is the most powerful foreign affair of all.
The Blackout, Basketball, and the Blessing
And in that moment, I had a thought:
Girl, you’re Black.
You will always survive.
Jungle Fever, is NOT a Love Language
I recently matched with someone on a dating app who made me want to delete the whole app.
Filed under: Foreign Affairs, Entry No. 1
As a Black American woman living and working in Spain, I’ve learned that “cultural differences” show up in the boardroom—and the bedroom.