He wasn’t lurking in a dark alley, wearing a trench coat and waiting for this once unsuspecting and naïve little girl to walk past so he could grab me. He also never slipped anything into my drink or used my inebriated state as a reason to take me to the same dark alley I had done such a good job to avoid as a child.
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Of all the forms of inequality, injustice in healthcare is the most shocking and inhumane. –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. A few years before I was born (in 1966), my maternal grandmother (African American) died of a stroke. She’d also had metastatic colon cancer, so had the stroke not gotten her first, she was looking…Read more
This article was originally published on The Fix. No one doubts that the legacy of alcoholism is toxic. But do we really know as much about the effects alcoholics have on innocent bystanders as we think we do? Like an ill wind sweeping across time, alcoholism inflicts multi-generational damage. It is the gift that keeps…Read more
I have been writing from the Biracial and Multiracial perspective since I co-authored the book, Being Biracial: Where Our Secret Worlds Collide in 2015. Being Biracial is an anthology of essays from either Multiracial people or parents of mixed race kids. My parents raised my brothers and me to self-identify as Black, and yes, I…Read more
This was originally published on March 6, 2017 on Addiction.com and it is republished with permission. When I was 5 and in the second grade, rather abruptly my mother quit her editing job at The New Yorker so she could stay home and raise my two brothers and me. My father’s career in television was…Read more
How My Husband and I Went From Corporate Drones to Tropical Organic Farmers in Puerto RicoRead more