I want to know what everyone else knows, or better yet what they don’t know, and what I can do with the information I collect.
We think, therefore we err.
My relationship with my hair was complicated, but it is for most Black women.
Because everyone knows yellow pain, pressed into American letters, turns to gold
The others had not warned her about what to expect when she held life in her hands.
An immortal dog shook her tail and bathed in an Indian Country river when the great-grandson of the Town Destroyer ambushed Jumonville Glen.
Artificial Intelligence is everywhere, and every day it feels as though it’s only more everywhere.
In an effort to change and perhaps understand myself better, I have forced my hair to take the beating of my every identity crisis.
I used to believe that rejection meant I hadn’t worked hard enough or wasn’t good enough.
You can’t wait around for opportunities to find you because passively waiting is a losing game.
“(...You felt like, whatever you were, for just right now, it might be okay.)"
