When I rose to pass a dish, I felt a weird wet sensation when I sat back down. I ignored it. But as I ate, I realized I didn’t feel good. Thinking I was about to make more room for ham and scalloped potatoes, I grabbed a magazine and went to my favorite stall in the locker-room-style bathroom. Read more
How My White Mother Helped Me Find My Blackness
Black History Month, the Olympics, Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday, Kwanzaa, Nigerian Independence Day — my mother looked forward to these days like they were Christmas.