If Our Ancestors Could See Us Now: There’s a Grimoire in my Bones
I am a survivor, born of survivors. We all are.
Photo: Allie sitting at a dining room table, watching her two children and her maternal grandmother making cookies at the table.
A Black Woman's Post-Election Brain Dump
Someone asked me how I felt. I said “A gallon of skim when you needed whole milk, but the milk you had was spoiled so 🤷🏽♀️.”
Image: From the prospective of looking up into the tree, the Norway maple in Morgain’s backyard with yellow leaves against a blue sky.
Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down
What’s done is done. Now we have to go to bed and be ready to pick it up again tomorrow, no matter what has happened.
Image: A black and white photo of Allie sitting on a porch swing holding her youngest child on her lap, taken through the slats of a porch railing
Racism, Sexism, Bodies
The medical system is discriminatory, and it’s people like me who lose out because of it.
Image: A card in the shape of a menstrual pad with the words “Thinking of you during this heavy time” printed in blue.