Nichelle Calhoun
Bio
A daughter/granddaughter of the Great Migration telling Black stories from here, there, then and now.
Stories (9/0)
Dinner with Friends
“Come on in.” Deborah’s voice was cheerful even if the growling dog beside her urged otherwise. Deborah tried to abate him as Simone walked through the split-level home front door. There was Christmas spirit in the form of garland-decorated banisters, and lights that blinked in both white or color depending on the glance one afforded it.
By Nichelle Calhounabout a year ago in Humans
On the 8th Day, God Made Maryland Blue Crabs
The Maryland blue crab is at the heart of the state's cuisine. On bumpers, backpacks, masks the Maryland blue crab is everywhere in this Chesapeake-centric state. My earliest summer memories include sitting outdoors, waiting for the blue crab to be cooked down and powdered up in Old Bay seasoning, a seasoning that is a staple and can be used on anything from corn to poultry.
By Nichelle Calhoun2 years ago in Feast
A New Columbia
The towering, old birch trees still line route 29 - the once main route in and out of Columbia, Maryland, one of America’s first planned cities. The route now ends eerily, yet neatly into flames of rose bushes that line the holographic solar shield that keeps all in and everything else out. Now called New Columbia, a namesake for the “once-heralded Christopher Columbus” is the only standing city after the final race war that obliterated the vast urban, environmental, rural and ethnographic landscape of a formerly powerful United States. This is the final Columbia of the former American “democratic” experiment. Like early Jamestown, it is a singular enclave, an unforeseen futuristic descendant. Unlike Jamestown, it is a place where access is due not to racial purity, but rather mixedness.
By Nichelle Calhoun2 years ago in Humans
