Today marks 20 years since Asia’s murder. Like me, Asia would’ve been 31 this year. Sadly, I can only imagine what life would have been like if she were still alive: College? Kids? Would we have grown apart, or would she be like a sister to me by now? I’ll never know.
September 11
It was an ordinary Tuesday morning for me, as I finished preparing myself in the mirror before I walked to my first class of the day at Southern University and A & M College. It was muggy in Louisiana, and I remember taking my time with my barrel curling iron, ensuring every strand of hair was in place. It was 2001, and we were still mourning the loss of...
