This month I focused on the lived experiences of other black women, a trend that I will probably continue in the rest of the year, and these books reflect that, but among these books are also a few that I read because I wouldn’t’ve normally chosen to or because I liked the authors’ other works.
Read MoreI devoured ‘Dear Martin’. Four hours later, my jaw ached from being clenched in empathetic frustration and my soul ached inside it’s cage…
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