Moxie

Written By: Bria McNeal 
My boss cried during our last zoom meting. Not a full bodied cry, to be fair, just the misty eyed brink of sadness. I could practically feel the sting creeping behind his eyes while he bowed his head and took everything in.

It was 7pm Eastern, 6pm Central, and New Yorkers …

Written By: Elicia Bates 
A couple of days ago, I was listening to the news and reporters were discussing the disparate impacts of coronavirus. They explained how across the country, Black people make up around 33 percent of hospitalizations due to coronavirus, but are 13 percent of the population. …

Written By: Isiah S. Magsino
I choose to thank the trees for providing oxygen. I choose to lay out in the sun because it warms my skin. I choose to say hello to the bird that chirps and whirls by the cottage every morning and I ask, "Rusty, is that you?" 

Rusty being the mid-sized golden-lo…