I’m starting a new regular feature here on the ABW (and also on the Carl Brandon Society blog) wherein I list all of the SF/F/H short fiction by writers of color published each month. We used to do a similar thing on the SFBookswap blog
My friend Elise Bryant wrote a play called The Zoo-zoo Chronicles about her life on the University of Michigan campus in the 1970s. In the first scene, Elise’s stand-in moves into a four-bedroom dorm suite with three white women. As an ice-breaker, one of the
The History Channel’s “Life After People” is one of my favorite TV series, so I was amused to see this mention of an “Immortality Drive” that’s apparently in space at this very moment. The Immortality Drive is a kind of high-tech time capsule; put together
Join science fiction, fantasy, and horror authors Linda D. Addison (Being Full of Light, Insubstantial), K. Tempest Bradford (Interfictions, Federations), N. K. Jemisin (forthcoming: The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms), and Alaya Dawn Johnson (Racing the Dark) for a reading and discussion on women of color in
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I haven’t said anything about the situation in Iran, mostly because I don’t feel qualified to speak about it. I’m watching it, though, following the Twitter feeds obsessively and learning as much as I can about Iran’s history. I’ve been finding fellow blogger Richard Jeffrey
So. Micheal Jackson is dead. I am having serious trouble processing that. I expected to hear this when I myself was much older. Not now. I wasn’t ready for now. Damn. *sigh* His songs were always there… I liked most of them, but these were
Michael Jackson died yesterday. I wish I could say this came as a shock. Though I didn’t know anything about his health or recent condition, somehow I just found myself unsurprised. And profoundly sad. In deciding to write this, I went through many thoughts on
So, a few months ago my husband took an illustration gig. That project is now published and it is a really good book for little black girls who need to remember that they are beautiful just the way they are. When he took the commission
I was born in the Seventies, and my parents did the proper post-Civil-Rights-Era childrearing thing of bombarding me with Afrocentricity from birth, since they knew I’d get soaked in Eurocentricity once I hit school-age. So I didn’t read “traditional” Grimm-esque fairy tales until I was