
The Apollo Theater is a church.

The citizens of Mobile, Ala., know it’s the birthplace of Mardi Gras in America. If the subject of New Orleans comes…

“You’re totally Nigerian,” Nkechi Nneji said, holding her hands out in a frame like she was sizing up my face for a…
Two years ago, as part of an assignment, I was white. I didn’t change my skin color or anything, but I drove across…
Before most of black America pulled their dashikis over their head and threw kente cloths over their shoulders for…

A few months ago, The Root began a series of stories under the name “I Tried It,” chronicling the experiences of…

It’s 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, Jan. 13, and I’m sitting in a white minivan at Kiev, Ukraine’s central train station…

If I had to guess about my first real introduction to opera, it was back in the Napster days. I was in high school,…
When I told my mother I was going to the “Come Meet a Black Person” event in Lawrenceville, Ga., she readily told…
I’m a wannabe yogi. I’m working on myself as a human being, and yoga calls to me more than anything else ever has. I…