In my early thirties I played Missy Marmalade, a shy, slightly awkward member of Harlem Shake Burlesque, the nation’s first all-Black burlesque troupe.…
sorry I'm late I didn't want to come
Being called an “Oreo” as a young girl and throughout adulthood was a dagger thrown at me for existing in a Black body while cranking my head to Nirvan…
Or why I couldn't bring myself to buy weed until it was legal
Rosemarie tapped my shoulder to whisper, It’s time. I leapt to my feet and sat on the edge of the bed taking Grandma’s hand as she took her last few br…
I got off the bus one stop early so that I could take the shortcut down Guerrero to 18th. By providence, I caught a stranger’s eyes on me as I exited t…
A year from yesterday, I sat quiet with my grandmother on the couch in her living room. It was before the nurses were there around the clock. Before sh…
This is a picture of me from 6 years ago, attempting to do crow pose in my kitchen. I centered my Manduka equidistant from the stove and butcher block …
Welcome to montrescher by me, qianya vinson (she/her/hers). I am a poet, fledgling novelist, knitwear queen, former burlesque beauty and all around bla…
WordPress is a lovely tool, no doubt, but requires a bit too much thought and effort when all a bitch wants is to write. This year is teaching me to ow…
I have been so busy with work. Right now I am juggling two jobs as I continue my regular public health role and then split that with being a Disaster S…
The path to myself has had, and continues to have many, many detours. But I am working on being the one I choose, every time. we had we had a date and …