"I’m far too close to the trauma of the past 4 months to begin writing about it so I keep writing around the edges, not giving away too much
hopefully but trying to remain present.
I don’t want to be ‘that black blogger’ who disappeared under the weight of it all. Where does that leave the ones who look to my voice for the very things I’m looking for others to be for me?
Someone looking like me-ish.
Someone fighting her demons.
Someone fighting for faith, asking the hard questions.
Someone not all-the-way given up.
Someone unafraid to confront racism & sexism.
Someone who’s raging, angry about marriage, parenting & domesticity.
Someone who’s life can’t get neatly tied up in a bow because her passions (black people) and her concerns (racism, poverty) aren’t trendy….or whatever.
Lord willing, I won’t let this place become a ghost town while I’m still alive because that will
likely mean I’ve given up on so many of the things that matter to me...."