There are a lot of new faces here. I am thankful, though it’s complicated. I am trying to rest and work where I can.

I am also black before I’m anything else to everyone else wherever go. 
Black Lives Matter. 
Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.
Try screaming it.

Today’s post is from July 17th, 2019. But it fits for today.

Here are few things that matter about the matter from me:

community , decriminalizing black hair, Style Story: Brown is the color of my skin, joy

Somewhere I’m donating: Sister Outsider Relief Grant, a mutual aid funding initiative to honor and nurture single Black mother artists, writers and cultural workers. These are women often freelance workers who pour their creativity into their children and the community. 

Yesterday afternoon, as my children ran through a water park to cool off from the heat wave in Brooklyn, an alert shook my phone. I sat there, a litttle slow to open it. Knowing that I was with the kids, and knowing that I didn’t have much capacity to read a full article. The kids were far, and we had a few hours of playing still on the clock. Ultimately I decided to open it.

Here’s what happened next…

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