…It, this thing, had so much promise such newness. It tasted like wind, like cool water, I felt it land on me like sun rays.
…There should be a range of housing choices for people based on room number, neighborhood, pet eligibility, and proximity to public transit, work, schools, and daycares.
I write about my blackness as a meditative practice. A means of survival and celebration. To bring the foundational elements of myself, up and out, like water from a lawn sprinkler. A blackness that disappears if you try to possess it, one that sits on your window sill like a quizzical sparrow. A blackness that…
What you feel inside is knowledge. Your body knows. Your heart knows. Your mind knows. Let all that you know become part of your faith.