Throughout primary and secondary school, I did not know a time that my mother was not an active advocate for my education. This was not simple helicopter mom status, but rather the necessity to check teachers on their biases and insist that they gave me the same work as anyone else, despite the fact that… Continue reading Schools and Universities Must Hold Their Systems and Employees Accountable for Racial Harm
Some days feel erratic. There's a little bit of something here, a little bit of something there, and time feels all over. It's hard to find solid blocks of time to sit in a moment --to relish the essence that is being completely and totally rooted in that second, that place, that feeling. I miss… Continue reading Finding Flow
For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves. For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no. And for far too long we have said no when we desperately wanted to say yes. . . . When we don't… Continue reading The Trust We Owe Ourselves
While I was living in Ghana after college there was a line in a book that really spoke to me (An Imperfect Offering) that said "No scars, no stories, no life." My body has its fair share of scars, the majority from a dog attack at a young age that left me with 32 stitches spread… Continue reading Wound Care
“No might make them angry but it will make you free.” ― Nayyirah Waheed If I said that I was someone who typically overcommits in their life, the people who are close to me would smirk at the understatement. While I am not a competitive person by nature, I am often deeply entrenched in a… Continue reading The Difference Between Resting and Stopping
I am pursuing decathexis. I want the restoration of time and energy and life that comes from purposefully breaking off a pattern or a mindset that binds me, and keeps me away from nurturing my life. In this time of increased turmoil, I find myself bombarded by daily negative energy and news - declarations that hurt… Continue reading Necessary Endings: Severing that which Binds
Beginnings. San Francisco has been a hard move. It – and this year in general-- has tried to steal some of my happiness that I had been building. But San Francisco had not realized that while it had power, forcibly taken and enacted through the violence of gentrification and hollow liberalism, that I was magic.… Continue reading 28. Beginnings.
I haven't written anything in a long time. I've started and stopped blog posts, but only in my mind. I've been engaging with writings that others have written and readily shared strong voices of my dear writer friends. But my own thoughts have been stuck on the roof of my mouth and the tops of… Continue reading Canaries and Cages
My latest piece.
“…for by this weapon this illusion of some safety to be found the heavy-footed hoped to silence us For all of us this instant and this triumph We were never meant to survive.” -Audre Lorde
I dip my toes into some of the clearest blue waters I have ever encountered.
I look down and see the outline, the shadow of a woman.
I am safe here, yet I am haunted by the rough hands of police officers and a mugshot that is a death shot. Not even the final moment, but an image of life long exited from her body.
I am safe here. Yet what is safety?
I dive into the clear blue water, eyes stinging from the rush of salt water, body rocking with the waves of the sea.
And the sky is cloudless. It is not marred by a single cloud. Its expanse is as far reaching…
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My piece on my own personal encounters with the Confederate flag and why it’s time to take it down
Perhaps it was a bad sign of things to come, a warning of sorts. It was Monday night and I was dancing, eating, and drinking the night away at a lavish (at least by American university standards) May Ball for my Cambridge college when my friends and I giggled our way to the photo booth. As we got ready to enter the photo booth, our friends in front of us were yelling about one of the background settings: a Confederate flag. I was so shocked by the presence of a symbol that had terrorised me in various ways throughout my life, that I grabbed the closest thing to a police officer’s hat, and tried to get one of my friends to wear it. I insisted that with me in the photo we could capture a good shot, but my attempts to reclaim the space were met with horror from her…
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