We are not accustomed to the sea, so we describe it like a sky.
It’s not easy being me. Wearing a hijab, getting nasty looks from people when crossing the streets. Constant fear of
Do you ever wonder about the mother of Moses?
Food. Water. Care. For once, let justice start there.
Sometimes it can be easier for people to open up to a stranger.
Place is defined by the stories we tell, and each place has a story that must be told.
In my fear, I was convinced that if I could amass a group of Black women, the sight of us would bring this dangerously behaving man to his senses.
You call me “Criminal,” as you cheat, assault, and rob the world blind. You call me “Shit-hole,” as you foul
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I cannot write my way out of the pandemic and its effects, but I am compelled to write my way through it.
As long as she can remember, Tish Jones has loved words, loved writing and loved being on a stage. A
“When we can really become a community of strong women together, we can help support each other and we can help lift each other up in different ways.”