Perspectives

It’s 1980. I am a twig-thin tween; my brother Robert a stocky fourteen-year-old. Robert is tying me to a wooden chair in my bedroom. He’s using a length of scratchy rope he found at the back of [...]

When I was six years old, I wanted to become a writer. Why? Because of Charlotte. I had just finished reading E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web in one sitting. After I stopped crying, I immediately [...]

One of the questions I’m always asked is what inspired me to write my debut novel, Wings of Ebony. My answer is usually about repressed processing and grieving the brutality toward Black and [...]