I was sleep the first time it happened. I was sleep every time it happened. Sleep, I was told, was restorative. Closing my eyes would allow my body to rest. My mind could stop wandering. I could be in
Letter # 9
Imagine this. It’s Sunday. Your favorite show comes on every Sunday evening. You’ve cleared your schedule. You got your iced cold sweet tea in hand. The brownies are almost done. You’ve already cooked
Letter # 8
A letter to my 10-year old self (click above for audio version) Dear Black boy dreaming, I know that you feel the love of the Black women close to you. They pour it into you daily. Be present with it.