• What Juneteenth and My Father Taught Me About 'Expectations'

    What Juneteenth and My Father Taught Me About 'Expectations'

    I wouldn’t know Juneteenth without my father. He’s the Texan. He grew up celebrating the holiday that started on June 19, 1865, when slaves on Galveston Island, Texas, finally learned they’d been freed under the Emancipation Proclamation two years prior. Even though he now lived in St. Louis, he’d always make the same jokey reference…

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  • How to Win Friends and Influence People in a Psychiatric Ward

    How to Win Friends and Influence People in a Psychiatric Ward

    They tried to make it nice. They festooned the rec room in plastic Christmas decorations and bought us all donuts. There was even a special meal—dressing and gravy with a slice of turkey. But store-bought donuts and cafeteria holiday dinner didn’t change the fact that we all—patients and nurses included—were spending Christmas in an L.A.…

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  • When Can I See You Again?

    When Can I See You Again?

    When I call my father on the weekends, we talk about a myriad of things. How the family is doing, politics, food, my mental health, and…of course, the halcyon past when his beloved, comical aunts were still cracking jokes, when his kind mother was still doling out hugs, when he and his brothers were young…

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  • Coronavirus Could Be an Introvert’s Sweet Dream or an Agoraphobe’s Beautiful Nightmare

    Coronavirus Could Be an Introvert’s Sweet Dream or an Agoraphobe’s Beautiful Nightmare

    I think we’re alone now. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around. Because we’re all isolated in our homes. An introvert’s dream, and a recovering agoraphobe’s nightmare, I’m very torn about social distancing by staying at home, as many have chosen to be in New York City. As we wait to see the ultimate outcome…

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  • Space Is the Place: Nona Hendryx Takes NYC Out of This World With the Disciples of Sun Ra

    Space Is the Place: Nona Hendryx Takes NYC Out of This World With the Disciples of Sun Ra

    When I was a child watching reruns of Star Trek, one of the things I always wondered was … where did all the black people go? Sure, there was actress Nichelle Nichols’ Uhura and she was amazing. And later, on series like Star Trek: Next Generation there was Geordi La Forge and, even later, Benjamin…

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  • Christmas for One

    Christmas for One

    There’s a Christmas song by Jackson 5-era Michael Jackson that appears on the 1973 double album—A Motown Christmas—that has been beautifully destroying me since I was a child. It’s called ā€œLittle Christmas Treeā€ and it is, by far, the most depressing holiday song in the Motown Christmas canon. The song tells the story of Christmas…

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  • Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

    Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

    Some of the hardest conversations my sister and I have are about our mom. I’m aware that my relationship with our mother was very different from hers, even though we grew up together in the same house with the same parents. Mine was of a parent who protected me, fought for me, cried over me,…

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  • Washington, D.C.’s National Portrait Gallery Has Moved Beyond ā€˜Old, Dead White Men’

    Washington, D.C.’s National Portrait Gallery Has Moved Beyond ā€˜Old, Dead White Men’

    There’s something special about a portrait of Earth, Wind & Fire, the masterminds behind hits like ā€œSeptemberā€ and ā€œSing a Song,ā€ hanging in the same gallery that holds portraits of the Founding Fathers. Mostly that it seems unexpected even though their status as icons in the music industry is well-solidified. They deserve to grace these…

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  • In For Colored Girls’ Revival, There’s a Rising Star in Red Who’s Coming to The Batman

    In For Colored Girls’ Revival, There’s a Rising Star in Red Who’s Coming to The Batman

    Jayme Lawson is only 22. It’s easy to forget this when watching the recent Juilliard grad strut across the stage with authority in the Public Theater’s new production of poet Ntozake Shange’s legendary 1975 choreopoem, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Was Enuf. The new production, returning to the Public more…

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  • Rev. Al Sharpton and I Are Both Libras and This Explains So Much

    Rev. Al Sharpton and I Are Both Libras and This Explains So Much

    Libras are extra. A while back I wrote an entire column justifying my love of ā€œnice shit.ā€ And that was such a Libra thing to do. Because while we are natural diplomats, crave balance and are creative types, we also love beauty and, most importantly, ourselves. (We definitely think we are quite beautiful. *stares in…

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