By Hey y’all. I haven’t felt jolly for months, years even, and all of my wishes for you this year, have been very profane and anguish-ridden. I wanted to spare y’all those, but I did let loose in a semi-private online forum. Also, my apologies for ghosting y’all here. Technical difficulties
What chu mean ain’t no soul food in DC? You must be drowning under all of our water!
Welcome back to Eight Years a Washingtonian, a series where I talk about what I’ve learned since I moved here in 2016. That year was consequential for not just me but the region and the so-called country I live in, so I am, in a way, treating this like I’ve
Welcome to DC! U Black, Maybe? U Gay Maybe?
Welcome back to Eight Years a Washingtonian, a series where I talk about what I’ve learned since I moved here in 2016. That year was consequential for not just me but the region and the so-called country I live in, so I am, in a way, treating this like I’ve
Learning how to govern myself accordingly
Part 3 of My Series Eight Years a Washingtonian, On My Relationship with this Town’s Largest Industry. Everything I’ve done that’s paid more than the (quite high for the United States) minimum wage in this region has been in service to or in the influence of a form of a
We will have a (Black, South Asian) Woman President, but at what cost?
Welcome back to what I call my UnGentrified Front Porch, the home each week for my essay of the week and some of my vlogs and project photos from my other social media accounts. Soon, I’ll resume hosting a weekly livestream Q&A and releasing new episodes of my podcast Defying
Going Beyond the Social Media Racism Explanation Loop
“The function, the very serious function of racism is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language and you spend twenty years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn’t shaped
Into the “Parable” times we go…
For the first time, I spent the night this past weekend in the Richmond metro region. Richmond’s skyline has always been that beacon of hope after a long journey through the pine-lined parts of I-85 in Northeastern North Carolina and Southeastern Virginia, en route to Washington, DC. I needed not
Community Starved, but Ready to Make Advocacy My Plan
So, for those of you wondering, I did have a good time at my class reunion. Here’s the handful of us who came (btw, we were in a hybrid space, but I had to sit outside because people couldn’t seem to keep the garage doors up to make it hybrid).
