Boundaries of Taste: And as I parted my lips and then, later, my legs, watching the last clouds of smoke slip upward, I kept hearing my mother’s voice say, “Jesus is a fire.”
The Lump in Her ThroatFebruary 2013
I don’t like the box they have put Papa in; I would have gotten him the fancy kind with polished wood and golden handles.
Emily Raboteau: Daughters of ObamaNovember 2012
In the wake of the election of Barack Obama, a writer explores black American identity and the ritual of return in Ghana.