Collective Reimagination: Lessons of Participatory Creativity in The Color PurpleOne tear rolled down my cheekbone as followed another and another as I sat in the theater beside my fiancé’ at a matinee show watching the…Jan 42Jan 42
The Forbidden TruthIn the black community, we were always taught to never question God. Being angry with God was inconceivable. But what happens when your…Mar 13, 2021Mar 13, 2021
LamentationsAs a child, I could always feel the energy and emotions of others. I could feel and sense lower energies as well as higher energies or…Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
RuinsAfter the immediate and devastating shock of losing my child passed, my new reality began to settle in. “NOW, WHAT?” This is the question…Dec 20, 2020Dec 20, 2020
It Must Move Through YouOn October 30th, 8:50am I gave birth to my son, Nyle Zyaire who was stillborn. This was the worst day and most beautiful day of my entire…Dec 8, 20204Dec 8, 20204
A Poem About Grief…My daddy said grief is like a gaping hole that gets a little smaller with time, but never actually closes.Nov 18, 20203Nov 18, 20203