My Mom is Worried About Me Because I Like Tarot Cards

This is a story about Tarot cards, guilt, and goo. When I was in my first year of college, my roommate described me to a mutual friend like this: “She’s an affectionate Black person.” Calm down…she was a black girl herself. It was a hilarious description and what made it so funny was the implied paradox.  Continue reading “My Mom is Worried About Me Because I Like Tarot Cards”