Born and raised in the subtropical, any-weather-can happen Deep South on the land of the Osage/Caddo/Quapaw people (aka North Louisiana) to Deep Southerners of Deep Southerners and so on. The short amount of time I didn’t live in Louisiana, I lived on the land of the Shawandasse Tula/Eastern Band Cherokee/Uchee people (aka Nashville, Tennessee). I love the actual land, the food, the music, the arts, the people.
Blackness is vast and magnificent. It means infinity squared things. It is luminous, creative, restorative, warm, beatific, engaging, nourishing. It is all time. Black like possibility. Black like vision. Black like hope. Black like laughter. Black like song. Black like dance. Black like wonderful.
Debuted on the planet in 1983, and that makes me an old millennial. Atari and original Nintendo. Saturday morning cartoons. Stirrup pants. Patent leather Mary Janes and lace trimmed socks. Chicken pox before the vaccine. MTV playing music videos. A designated computer room in the house. Floppy disks. Avocado toast. Gen X, Millennial, and Gen Z siblings. Grew up around Greatest Gen, Silent Gen, and Boomer fam, too. Gen Z and Gen Alpha niblings. Multigenerational respect.
Working on a master’s degree in social work since right before the pandemic kicked off. Learning in the (virtual) class and necessarily beyond it. Doing some micro, some mezzo, some macro all the while with eyes on the macro – community practice. I’m not trying to be a savior or hero. I’m trying to be an accomplice, do better, and do good. I’m up for liberation, and I know we gotta go at systems.