The Black Hair Tax: No Breaks for Black Women Who Want to Avoid Breakage
Ferienliebe: My Tale of Naïvety, Solo-Travel, and Summer Love
When I arrived in Budapest on a gentle summer morning, it was still dark. I was on my own; I didn’t speak the language and feared the loud streets of a bustling city. […] With no idea of where I was going, I ended up going backwards and forwards and getting lost.
Toxic Masculinity, Slurs, and Stares: What it’s Like to be a Woman in Skate Culture
I grew up in a male-dominated neighbourhood, and the fact that I could just about wobble on the board without falling off earned me an addictive amount of respect. Despite being younger, smaller, and the only girl in my group, having even a shred of talent made me acceptable, even if being a girl did not…