We must use our haunting to see how black life truly is and see how it could be otherwise.
If clothes make the man, what is in my closet representing all shades of me?
Dave Chisholm’s Chasin’ the Bird provided a new kind of door for me.
Ah, let’s see what fresh horrors await me on the fresh horrors device.
I do not know that I’ve read words more beautiful than Baldwin’s in describing that feeling of being able to provide respite to another.
Perhaps my love of the food comes to me from my ancestors, deep in my bones, in my DNA.
I got an A in my Introduction to Logic class, yet I don’t know how.
Today is the first day of 2019 that I remembered to write the correct year when dating my journal.
The 90s were wild.
The experience of reading Little Fires Everywhere reminded me of how I read as a child.