We Have Always Been in the Future, Pt. 1
For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.
Comfort Sampong’s heart is sparked by fried plantains, tropical foliage and the stories of women thriving and creating a way out of no way. She graduated in 2018 with majors in economics and international development. Now she lives in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, where she works on English communications for the Association for a More Just Society, a Honduran non-profit fighting for justice and peace.
Away From the Manger
Those on the Mexican side of the border sing the request while those on the U.S. side respond with rejection, a miniature drama of national proceedings.
The Fate of Our Pianos
And today, when I feel less than my full self in the midst of such urgency to be our best selves, I sway dangerously close to becoming firewood.
A Hope Chest for Today
I detangle earbuds before including them, ready to start a playlist inspired by fleeting feelings my words can’t capture.
Turkish Delights
All I know is that during a long vacation, I wandered into a moving tale of dangerous dreams, opportunities to heal former traumas, and people who met at the wrong (or maybe perfect?) time.
John Lewis: My Founding Father
But what most makes John Lewis one of my founding fathers is his lifelong rootedness in love.
An Inheritance of Names, Power, and Fabric
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
Paying Attention to the Rain
When it hasn’t rained since January, even the most absent citizen begins to notice.
Excerpts from My Quarantine Cooking Diaries
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
Inhale, Reimagine, Gather
When we come together, we have the power to create what Parker calls “temporary alternative worlds.”
Carrying Home on Our Backs
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
Our Black Lady of Winding Journeys
As I deconstruct my singular image of God, I am celebrating the multifaceted images of God as a black woman all around me.
Generating… Poetry for this Place
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
For Tamar, Rahab, Ruth, Bathsheba, & Mary
I cannot scramble past the darkness this year, so I am looking for signs of God’s presence in the darkness.
Am I a Gringa?
Even when I do speak in accented Spanish, Hondurans often assume I’m from a Honduran afro-indigenous community.
Conversations with Taxi Drivers
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
D is for Disarmament
I picked through the trash for the unraveled strands of yarn and carried them outside.
In Sickness and In Health
Who would catch me if I broke rank and fell into new, unknown ideas? Who would listen if I loosened my mouth and spoke?
Are the Kids Alright?
Imagine. Insist.
Why Movie Theaters Should Serve Fried Plantains at Black Panther
We need something to comfort us after the emotional fireworks of seeing Miguel reconnect with his ancestors in a flurry of orange marigolds.
A Girls’ Trip is Not a Luxury
I gain a quiet confidence because I know our advances and our pains belong to each other.
Sankofa: The Power of Returning Home
To commemorate a time that holds both tragedy and rebirth, Ghana has declared 2019 the Year of Return.
Which Way to Freedom?
If your goal is to bring about change, the verdict on riots is not yet out.
Love from 37,000 Feet
I will battle against my own impatience and distrust as I remember that people are not exchangeable puzzle pieces.
