On the island of Puerto Rico, there are two staple beverages- coffee and beer. The latter being much of the reason I can’t really remember the entire day in question. However, I can recall reasoning with others that despite the lack of rain, that particular night would be our best shot at finding bioluminescent fungi because the moon was almost new.Read More
I am black. Since my undergraduate collegiate career at Lehigh University, the idea of “blackness” was never a debate to me. If you had melanin in your skin, and came from the African diaspora, whether you were African, African-American, Afro-Carribean, Afro-Latina/Latino, Afro-European, or the original Asiatic Blackman, you were considered black, to me.Read More
Memory may omit things people say to you, but emotions tied to words spoken are hardly ever forgotten. For weeks I have been searching for a piece of paper with the name of a little girl who I cannot get out of my mind. If I could stretch my memory to recall the name she revealed to me, then I would feel so much closer to this little girl—a little girl who changed the entire direction of my research in Cuba...Read More
Her baby was very white.
Her skin; a toasted caramel.
Nose and lips; wide.
Ears and knuckles; brown.
There was no question she was negra...
My trip to Botswana was a journey of self-realization; understanding my identity in a global and cultural context. When I went to Botswana I was leaving one of the most blatant racially tense conditions Black America has faced in a number of years. I felt guilty at times, but I ultimately felt a great relief from what I felt was a productive and insightful brand of escapism. I have grown to believe an escape is necessary at times...Read More