Breaths and Promises and the Quiet Whispers

“there are feelings. you haven’t felt yet. give them time. they are almost here. – fresh”       -nayyirah waheed  Two weeks ago the sermon in church was about how God starts beginnings, the ways He takes nothing and makes it into something. He breathes life into a void and sprouts new life. Pastor Mike… Continue reading Breaths and Promises and the Quiet Whispers

“Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death

In the last episode of season 4 of Black Mirror, "Black Museum," the realities of black suffering and torture on the precipice of death is front and center. I've read several interesting pieces on the episode that discuss a range of topics from black torture porn to black revolt. For me, it isn't just the imprisonment of… Continue reading “Black Museum” and the Precipices of Death

28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 2

“drapetomania, the frenzy which overtook an enslaved person to run away to freedom. i got madness in my genes. when you want to get free, there will be many who stare at you blankly wondering when you will quiet down. they will wonder when the hell you got so big...and there will be times you… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 2

28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1

“Shards of glass can cut and wound or magnify a vision. Mosaic celebrates brokenness and the beauty of being brought together” ― Terry Tempest Williams, Finding Beauty in a Broken World At the beginning of this year in January, I thought that my cosmetics and skincare products were turning against me. And I was panicked and confused… Continue reading 28 – “Annotation and Redaction,” Part 1

Witness.

“Memory is a tough place. You were there.”  ― Claudia Rankine, Citizen: An American Lyric This week my timeline was filled with two words: "me too." I read post after post of women I am close with and others I only know from the worlds we engage with on social media share stories of assault, rape, harassment… Continue reading Witness.

Mornings that Go Up in Flames

On Sunday night I woke up in a panic, with a thick smell of smoke enveloping me. I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen to make sure nothing was on fire, and checked for any potential gas leaks. As I checked the news and watched as images of towns north of us… Continue reading Mornings that Go Up in Flames

Resetting

I was reminded recently at church that rest is an act of worship. That I must remember Mama Angelou's words that the world will keep going even if I stop to breathe. That it is in these moments that I pause to take in the beauty of the world. I recently went to Alaska for… Continue reading Resetting

A Moment in Detroit

On a quiet road in an old Detroit neighborhood, you'll turn a corner and be greeted by vibrant displays of outdoor art. The Heidelberg Project, as it is called, was started by Tyree Guyton on Detroit's Eastside. It is a labor of love borne from a history of the desecration of black bodies and histories,… Continue reading A Moment in Detroit

“Finally, We Eat, and Our Children Play”: Reflections on a Visit to Cuba

Cuando me veo y toco yo, Juan sin Nada no más ayer, y hoy Juan con Todo, y hoy con todo, vuelvo los ojos, miro, me veo y toco y me pregunto cómo ha podido ser. - de "Tengo", Nicolas Guillen Tengo. I first fell in love with Cuba over the poem "Tengo" by Nicolas… Continue reading “Finally, We Eat, and Our Children Play”: Reflections on a Visit to Cuba