I. Senior year of high school. English elective: Logic, Persuasion and Belief. I wrote an essay entitled, “My Rival Is Moving Out Into A Traffic Jam” which my teacher, Mr. Nelson, absolutely loved. I was stunned by the mark he gave me and caught off guard when he lauded my work in front of the… Continue reading Parallel Playlists: Music That Shaped Me
Unpacking the unreal response to my last post. “Unreal” applies to my perception. I wrote my poem with some urgency but could not, would not anticipate the scope and depth of feedback I received. I am still reeling from the experience. I wrote a thing about wearing my hair in its natural state to school… Continue reading A Complicated Response
Hair out. That’s how I’d have to say it, right? Hair out, as in: not down, not “open” as one would say in German. I wore my hair my natural Black hair out at school all day long. Which is to say I wore an Afro. An unpicked, unshaped tussle of curly strands crowning my… Continue reading What Happened When I Went To School With My Hair Out
Dear Julie, I heard you speak. And then I went to buy your book. The line to have it signed was very long, so I decided I’d be okay without that part. I read some before going to bed, a little more after waking up. I read during a good portion of my long haul… Continue reading Dear Julie – Thoughts on ‘real american’ by Julie Lythcott-Haims
When I wake up itching to write, that means something. My blogging can feel like the steam escaping a pressure cooker – forceful and insistent. In the process, the contents of the pot are transformed. When I write this way there is a distinct before and after. I change and am changed. Did you know… Continue reading When My “Be Best” Means “Be Black”
Once upon a time, I was a runner. I rose each morning filled with thoughts of what my workout commitment was and how everything else fit around that. Work, child care, housekeeping and all the rest were all set up to insure that my running time was secured. I was focused on achievement and I… Continue reading *Cough, cough* Is this mic on?
Some topics feel too big, too complex, too unwieldy, just too dang difficult to write about. You may laugh but that’s how I feel when it comes to taking on Black Panther – not even as a movie or particular narrative but as a social phenomenon. More than ‘a thing‘, Black Panther currently informs my… Continue reading Me and #BlackPanther