Alexander Hardy, wordsmith for hire, is the dance captain of Saint Damita Jo Jackson’s Royal Army. He writes on life, race and chicken at thecoloredboy.com and elsewhere. He does not believe in snow.
I love writing where it feels like the writer has peeled back their skin and is allowing readers to see the bloody mess pulsing beneath. That is so courageous and raw and it always moves me.
This weekend, grills will be rolled out, coolers will be stocked and meats will be marinated ahead of Labor Day’s barbecue-inspired overindulgence. What better way to mark the beginning of the end of summer and the arrival of a new school year than with new ways to drink a brewski?