My neighborhood is burning. Someone pounded on my door tonight, and I froze in fear, thinking of Atatiana Jefferson, who like me, was a Black woman playing video games in the privacy of her own home when she was murdered by police. For generations, Black people have suffered at the hands of white supremacists and …
My Daddy
I am struggling to put words to the ache in my heart. My anchor, my favorite comedian, my champion, my sweet Baboo, my Daddy, the Last Jedi, has joined the Force. Death doesn't seem real, it doesn't seem like my dad is at his "final resting place". It's like he's on the other side of …
3 months in to #LevelUp2018
Advice given to me today from an old friend: "You know you're worth fighting for, I mean seriously, you're fucking amazing. But if you're always fighting for yourself and fighting for the people you love, you don't give anyone a chance to fight for you." Advice given to me last week by a new friend: …
#LevelUp2018 #BossUpNow
The past several days (probably much longer if I'm honest) have been filled with incidents that make me want to fly off the handle and rage-cry without any restraint. But, hurting someone who hurt me rarely works out to my advantage. Karma/God's Vengeance have always done a better job "getting back" at the people who …
Liberation of Love
One of my colleagues recently said to me that "Black Liberation is undefinable, because Black people have never been free so we have no idea what liberation looks like." It really resonated with me, because there is so much arrogance and competition within the Black community for who is the most "woke" and who is …
Success Is Liking Yourself
Today I have my first "motivational" speech to a room of about 30 Black elderly women. I was asked to speak by my board member as well as the president of this social club, who heard me speak somewhere and liked what I said. I typically speak on politics or social issues, so this was …
Finding Equilibrium
Flatlines Require a Restart of the Heart
Prayers for Charlottesville
Middle of the night and this is what I wake to see. http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/white-nationalists-march-uva-torches-article-1.3404681 "Blood and soil". Do people really refuse to see that this moment has been fortold through every media outlet, every holy book, every historical narrative and fireside story? How does it make you feel to be perceived as on their side? If …
It all has to begin somewhere…
I'm just figuring it all out
Quiet Rage 