When most people think of careers in television, their first thought usually goes to someone in front of the camera.…

For Heather Heyer and her fellow anti-racist protestors, two years after Charlottesville.

“You are my worst fear realized,” a black woman—and complete stranger—said to me after I concluded my keynote…

I don’t neatly fit into many of the cultural lines set before me—much like many black millennials. It’s almost…

I’d spent two years on this earth when I met my paternal grandmother Julianna Oni for the first—and last—time. As I…

“You’re so different. You’re so articulate. Why do you talk like a white girl? You’re the whitest black girl I know.”

John Singleton. Dead at 51. Stroke/Hypertension.

At the beginning of this year, I saw a meme on Facebook where a young man mentioned that over the past year, he had…

“I don’t know how you ended up so bougie when we came out of the same family,” said my baby sister, one day over the…

My friend Toni and I text a lot and for good reason. We are the same age. We divorced young. We have small children.…

I’m from Boston.

My wife is not black.

I stand before you today a black woman with a shocking secret: I wasn’t born black.

We sit around the dining room table on the cusp of the itis. Somehow we gather enough energy to keep the party going…

“I shuddered to think that while we wanted that flag dragged into the mud and sullied beyond repair, we also wanted…

When I tell people I’m from Jersey that usually garners one of three reactions:

One of the first sermons I ever preached was titled “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.”

When sitting in the passenger seat of a car with a known drug-dealer during a high-speed chase, one should always…

I became black at age 7.

If I had to describe my relationship with Islam in one word, it would be nuanced. Two words? Profoundly nuanced.