Amindi, When Her Voice Cracks, I Remember My Mother
When Amindi sings, she sounds like she’s telling me a secret she might regret. There is a careful hesitance in her delivery, not insecurity, but intimacy. Like a friend pulling you into
To Be Loved Loudly: Alex Vaughn and the Prayer for Gentle Black Love
There were nights I whispered her name like a psalm. Not because I knew her but because I needed someone to tell me I wasn’t foolish for wanting love to look like
Discovering Chace: The Sound of Stillness in a World That Moves Too Fast
There are songs that feel like skin. Not in the flesh-and-blood sense, but in the way they wrap around your body before you even realize you’re cold. That’s what happened the first
September’s Flower of the Month: Aster
In the language of flowers, the aster whispers of patience, elegance, and quiet resilience, qualities that echo through the songs we hold close. Just like an R&B track that doesn’t chase the charts but still stays on repeat, asters bloom when most flowers fade. They remind us that beauty doesn’t have to shout, and that late bloomers still bloom. In RnBgarden, the aster is our September muse; soft, steady, and sure of its own magic.
Somewhere Between Seen and Slept-On: Listening to Jordan Ward
There was a week where I didn’t laugh. Not even a chuckle. I sat through sitcoms, scrolled through memes, watched friends try their best. Nothing. Then I played WHITE CROCS by Jordan