TAPIF
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Les cheveux noirs
I’ve written before about my struggles as a African-American woman in France, this time around the subject is a little lighter. Hair. Many people of many races take their hair seriously, but I doubt that just as many take their hair as seriously as black people. Or, African-Americans. Being an African-American, I can attest to that…
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The D-Word
Perhaps because my only sibling is an older brother by several years, I spent most of my childhood entertaining myself. Sure, I hung out with other kids in the neighborhood, but when I couldn’t, it was often me, myself and my Barbies. I believe that this is one of the main reasons I am very comfortable…
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Bonjour encore
I know. I’ve been slipping. I slipped. My goal was to write this blog semi-regularly and even though I haven’t had the time, I didn’t. Coincidentally, this seems like the perfect time to start up again. New Year’s is not just a time to—pardon the pun—renew, but it’s also a holiday. Much of the memorable…
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Racism like Death
This past Sunday, I sat in the Evreux cathedral, contemplating. I anticipated the moment when a woman or man would come down the aisle with a small basket and look me in the eye, waiting for a donation. I, like always, would refuse them. But why? Why could I not donate even a cent? Why…
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Building a home
Now I myself live in an apartment building, and there is a compassion and acceptance you have to have for a certain level of annoyance. It’s people in close proximity to each other, and so there will be some things that you don’t like, and still have to let go. Cecil Baldwin, Welcome to Night…
The Alvearie 