How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean impoverished in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar… If you’d told me oh, not even six months ago that in a few short weeks I would soon be […]

So this is an accountability post for this blog I have too-long neglected. Due to other writing commitments (article writing for Young Progressives, fic writing, and trying to edit my in-progress memoir) and life and work and all sorts of other things I haven’t made time for it even though I have a list of […]

Sometimes I cannot believe the sheer lack of compassion in this country. Sometimes I cannot believe just how people think they know someone else’s experiences. How white America feels they can speak for black America. How the rich feel they can speak for the poor. How men feel they can speak for women . How […]

This afternoon while walking with a friend in the Chinatown area of DC, a man walked up to us, unasked, and uninvited. “Well look at these two beautiful ladies,” he said. “You are a gift from God.” I tried to grab on to my friend, but he was too close, stepping into the space between […]

In case anyone missed the memo or otherwise chose to ignore it, there’s a hell of a lot that’s wrong in America right now. Don’t misunderstand me: I’m not one of those people who stands back with a cold, critical eye and says “well yes, America is the new Rome, clearly it must fall.” Those […]

“What’s your name darling?” “Agent.” If you haven’t watched Marvel’s fabulous new woman led series “Agent Carter,” a spin-off of the Captain America films starring Peggy Carter, secret agent, soldier, spy, and kick-ass extraordinaire, then you won’t recognize those lines. But I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I have a bone to pick. […]

As I sat in the theater watching Selma yesterday, I physically reacted more than once. I gasped, I curled my fingers into a fist and dug my nails into my palm without realizing it, I grabbed my friend’s arm, I cried, and I clapped. I resisted throwing my box of Red Vines at the on-screen […]