Joi DonaldsoninThe ElementalsThe Kids Are Tuned InOn the morning of January 6, I drove through D.C. running errands. I witnessed the line of insurrectionists headed towards the Capitol…Jan 23, 2021Jan 23, 2021
Joi DonaldsonHow Black Women Save Our (Sex) Lives(cross-posted on joiunspeakable.com/blogApr 28, 2020Apr 28, 2020
Joi DonaldsoninThe ElementalsWhen God BlinksJanuary 26, 2020. I’m folding clothes while cursing at the sky. My heart is broken as I think of the irreplaceable and complicated legend…Feb 20, 2020Feb 20, 2020
Joi DonaldsoninThe ElementalsDick, InterruptedNever fuck with a writer. For we will quote tweet and blog post your life into infamy.Jan 31, 2020Jan 31, 2020
Joi DonaldsonLoving Him from Afar (Ode to My Son)(in this piece, I speak candidly about grief, loss, dreams, ancestral work and moving on)Dec 13, 20182Dec 13, 20182
Joi DonaldsoninThe ElementalsWhen Abuse is EnoughFrom 2015–2018, I dated a man I thought was the love of my life. In many ways, he was. He fit the bill. He lovingly accepted my daughter…Nov 16, 2018Nov 16, 2018
Joi DonaldsonHow 2017 Cured My Ashiness, Explained2017 came equipped with copious amounts of razor blades, lemon juice and coconut oil. Here I lay out the highs and band-aids that was and…Nov 23, 2017Nov 23, 2017
Joi DonaldsonTo the Birds for Whom We WriteYour favorite writer most likely does one or all of the following: Laughs/cries when subjects hit home Sucks teeth at op/ed mainstays but…Jun 16, 2017Jun 16, 2017
Joi DonaldsonWhen Singing Ain’t It: An Open LetterAfter three years, bruised egos and the death of some situationships, I found this letter I wrote to a front line of a choir. This letter…May 27, 2017May 27, 2017
