Frank Ross: An African Slave worth $3K in 1864
Frank Ross. That was his slave name, but I wonder what his African name would have been. He was my
Five Reasons Why I Love To Write
In 2019, I wrote my first non-fiction novel–a memoir purposed to bring awareness to molestation especially within the confines of
Fiction Novel: Black Blood White Hands
When driven to the edge of a cliff or buried alive, will minorities bend to the oppressor’s will, or fight
The 400 Year Old Knee
Ten million bare indigenous bodies, with straight black hair, that reached the earth’s crust, almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones chiseled
The Earth Speaks
The Earth speaks: a silent partner whose screams are softly heard in the darkness of night, her heartbeat is detected