Every day when my dog, Huey and I return to my apartment I point to the door and say “Home” I am beginning to suspect that I am trying to...

When I scream Black Lives Matter There is an asterisk in the back of my throat that whispers *this does not apply to me My life does not...

I wish that I could say that they were happy tears I wish I could tell you that I sobbed because I was grateful But I found myself...

Love them anyway Not the way you love yourself That is too sacred Love them like a sunset You know they will leave But they are still...