The NBA Finals are in full swing, and after the Golden State Warriors dominated the first two games of the series, many are wondering if the Cleveland Cavaliers can mount a comeback. Fans on both sides are taking shots at the other. Cavs diehards bemoan Steph Curry’s reliance on the three-point shot, while Warriors fanatics… Continue reading When Black Players Were Basketball Slaves: Has the NBA Really Changed?
“Muhammad Ali was from Kentucky.” These five words have been the quickest way for me to shut down anyone who’s ever teased or chided me about being from Kentucky, about my slight drawl and being “country,” asking whether I wore shoes or owned horses or if the grass is really blue. I tell them that,… Continue reading All Black, All Kentucky: In Memory of a Hometown Hero
“Prince was just too nasty for me. I grew up in the church,” she said. My first inclination was to defend the musical icon I loved so much. “Well, you know he wrote 1,000s of songs—over 40 albums, and only a relatively small portion of those could be considered ’nasty.’” “Well, all the ones I ever heard… Continue reading Beauty in the Contradictions: The Spiritual Evolution of Prince
Yep. That’s the truth. After a few days mulling it over, I’ve figured out that what I “get” the most from Beyonce’s latest offering, a visual album titled #Lemonade released on HBO/Tidal this past weekend, has absolutely nothing to do with the content of the work. Yes, I think it’s a brilliant, creative, and transparent… Continue reading What I Learned from #Lemonade – (Hint: It Ain’t Got Nothing to Do with Bey, Jay, or Becky with the good hair)
“I was dreaming when I wrote this, so sue me if I go too fast…” Well, one can dream, right? There are just some artists we expect to live forever. I don’t know why. Intellectually, of course, we know that we all die and so will they. But there are some whose work has… Continue reading Sometimes It Snows in April – A Tribute Essay for Prince
I can see them in my mind’s eye even now. White cotton and polyester dresses neatly pressed. Thick, white orthopedic nursing shoes. Pristine, white gloves and hats. They were the elders. The mothers of my very Black, very Southern, very Baptist church. When they spoke, you listened. Even if you were 14 and “smelling yourself”… Continue reading The Sons and Daughters of America: Why Trump Should Be No Surprise, But Neither Should Chicago
So as I mentioned at the start of the year, I’m reading this wonderful book called Finding Spiritual Whitespace by Bonnie Gray. Seriously…like why was this not a NY Times best seller for like a million weeks? I mean, this book has been both life-changing and a life-saver for me. In one particular passage, I… Continue reading Friends! How Many Of Us (Really) Have Them?