Excerpts from My Quarantine Cooking Diaries
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
When we come together, we have the power to create what Parker calls “temporary alternative worlds.”
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
As I deconstruct my singular image of God, I am celebrating the multifaceted images of God as a black woman all around me.
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
I cannot scramble past the darkness this year, so I am looking for signs of God’s presence in the darkness.
Even when I do speak in accented Spanish, Hondurans often assume I’m from a Honduran afro-indigenous community.
“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.”
I picked through the trash for the unraveled strands of yarn and carried them outside.
Who would catch me if I broke rank and fell into new, unknown ideas? Who would listen if I loosened my mouth and spoke?
Imagine. Insist.
We need something to comfort us after the emotional fireworks of seeing Miguel reconnect with his ancestors in a flurry of orange marigolds.
I gain a quiet confidence because I know our advances and our pains belong to each other.
To commemorate a time that holds both tragedy and rebirth, Ghana has declared 2019 the Year of Return.
If your goal is to bring about change, the verdict on riots is not yet out.
I will battle against my own impatience and distrust as I remember that people are not exchangeable puzzle pieces.