You’ve heard the famed Billie Holiday song “Autumn In New York” (and if not, please rectify that immediately). It’s the one song I find that brings a promise of better things to come, to spark some joy for the fall season ahead. It’s what ran through my mind as I left the subway at 81st Street this ...

Maybe the one part of Blackness that others outside of it can’t comprehend is the world-building in the word-building we experience in our music. That process that reflects our culture. Something one eases into like fingers dipped in stylinggel or oil before going to weave someone’s hair into someth...

There’s a quote from one of the characters in one of my favorite books, Sembene Ousmane’s God’s Bits of Wood. Itgoes, “Before one has white hairs, one must first have them black.” I’ve always felt that it signified holding onto the lived experience one gets when they’re young, to bolster the wisdom ...

August 1st. The date that sends some into panic during summer, compelling them to drive themselves crazy with all the things they feel they haven’t done for the summer. I always felt like that was foolish because summer ends sometime in September officially. I wasn’t really thinking about that as I ...

The World Cup is a grand event, one that unites everyone in celebration, or in argument. And for the most part, that lengthy space in between those extremes. This year’s edition was no exception. Walking back to my home away from home this past Sunday in Toronto, I can still hear some cheers and yel...