The Eye Exam

“You’re not African American?”

He stares. “Not at all?”

He squints. “Not even partly?”



She is a history of black girlhood distilled by time and brutality.

Miss Girl Who Couldn’t 1997

I was convinced that if I just played the part right, I would be okay, I would be one of the girls.

After the Honeymoon Phase

To me, Lifetime movies were like fables: fantastical two-hour tales that imparted important morals to live by.

On Spinsterhood

I want to know what happens when there is no ending, when Mr. Right remains elusive.