I was meeting with my client, my sister-friend on business today. We have a spot we meet at, try not to let too much time pass away. We build, we grind, we strategize, sort through the hateful violence. We talk about the pain we feel and never sit in silence. We complain about the place we eat not being very&...

Sometimes I can’t sleep, just thinking about my Black Son. As he grows older, his baby cheeks seem to fade away, replaced by the definition that he is coming into manhood. His once small pudgy hands are now bigger than mine and his brown melinanated hues glisten like a target on a riffle range. I know I am not alone in my f...

When the murdered has a face it doesn’t feel like the news. When the murdered has a face you become consumed with the clues. When the murdered has a face you remember the time. When the murdered has a face it becomes so much more than a crime. Charlotte, the Queen’s City, is at murder 102 and while most just switch the channel, NB doesn’t...