Sister Act 2: Back In The Habit
Oh, happy day bitches
This might get cut off in your email so the demand this week is to open in your browser, spread the word about my Substack, and then tell me what time you had to wake up for church
It’s not news that I come from The Church. For Black Americans, it feels like The Church aren’t just the buildings we went to on Sunday mornings in our respective neighborhoods in cities filled with Blackness, clad in itchy stockings, too-tight shoes, and faces so shiny you could fry chicken on them—it’s more of a giant collective. This thing is in us and for many, while there are memories that are painful from the church, there are so many that are good and bring a smile to our hearts and souls.
