The Black Atlantic

Irrespective of what anyone thinks, I have decided that the hair I was born with—this coarse, springy, dark hair that grows towards the sun—is special, not because of its length, thickness, texture, or any reason other than because it is my hair and I have decided to love it.

I was in love with a man who felt like home. But what do you do when home no longer feels like it? Where do you run to? Where do you go? Read more.