There is this thing about love that most men never get until it is too late, and even then… some never get it… what am I talking about?: A marriage is not held together by the moment he chose her once, but by the thousand moments he chooses her again. Women are reciprocal beings …beautifully, instinctively so. When a woman feels chosen she pours out softness, affection, partnership, creativity, emotional generosity, and devotion. When she feels ignored or minimized she hardens, but not out of...

When I was a little girl, I learned racism before I learned what RACISM even meant. The racism I participated in didn’t come because of an evil lecture or a propaganda warning or a hateful manifesto. It arrived the way racism honestly so often does: in jokes that weren’t corrected, in silences that weren’t questioned, in the small everyday signals that told a child which kinds of bodies were “normal” and which were “different.” And difference ( at  least in the world I grew up in ) was rarely...

“Floaters” I tilt my head toward the ache of heaven, the blue so wide it feels like I could bleed into it, and there they are again, tiny, luminous ghosts, drifting across the vault of my sight like silver minnows trapped behind glass. They are my white blood cells, the body’s quiet soldiers, but I see them as glitter, confetti spilled by God’s trembling hand, proof that something still fights for me, even when I’m too tired to lift a prayer. They swim through my vision like the remnants of...