January 8, 2021
In 2020, I gained two ancestors. First, Grandma Van. She was 78 years old, light-skinned with an extensive and elegant wig collection. We both like our hair covered and cute. Grandma towered over me, which is no great accomplishment since I am not known for my height, but this was more than physical. Grandma Van...
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There’s an unspoken rule when Black folks die: other Black folks bring fried chicken, canned drinks, paper towels and other paper goods, anything that makes hosting a house of bereaved family easier. These practical gifts aren’t only about convenience; they’re about the camaraderie that comes with the visit, collective grieving. Community resumes post-funeral service at...
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