Playwriting was a completely different creative process for me, one I had to be carefully coached through. Over multiple drafts, the same problem emerged: I ended each scene with a solution, leaving my characters no room to grow. I was tidying up the mess before they had even learned the lesson.

In early December, I wrote about a friend who received life-saving news. When I say it saved their life, I am not being tongue in cheek. The surgery they needed finally happened

On the final day of Black History Month, NPR did me a solid—they gave me a Marvin Sapp Tiny Desk concert. As a Beyoncé-coded church girl, this did my soul much

The world can be a genuinely shitty place. How's that for an opening line? I won’t list all the small and large ways that can drag us into despair because,

I’m taking a class called Writing Your Solo Show, where you write, stage, and act in a show of your creation in the span of a single college quarter. It’s precisely