The empty space is an invitation. I’m asked to fill it in with gratitude. I’m solicited to maintain a certain quality within this space. I’m reminded by a million media streams, social feeds, and academic discourses to shape (and un-shape) thoughts there. Somehow my academic, professional, musical, and introspective lives are running parallel. I’m floating … More The Joy & Pressure of Nothing
During his recollection of youth experiences growing up in Brownsville, Tyson describes fighting on street corners in organized fights in which he, tiny Mike, would win by laying out kids far larger than he was. He said it gave him an overwhelmingly empowered sense of identity, in some regard a reconciliation for previous mistreatments of the past. … More Why not Non-Violence?
In that regard, we tip-toe through an infinite collection of past prose. We barely scratch the surface of the myriad splintering thoughts available to us in the mammoth collection of mans’ thoughts over eons. … More Intellectual Copyright of Ascended Masters
I was pushing myself to be critical of my own positionally before ever being exposed to Zeus Leonardo or Gloria Ladson-Billings. I was questioning my part in the contructs and normalization produced by the institutions I was about to become a part of and poking at their limitations before ever reading Micheal Apple. … More I Went to Public School
So there we were, eating frozen yogurt in a perky, neon shop on the main street in our Connecticut shoreline town. My husband, strewn across a bright green sofa, and myself, legs akimbo on a vinyl orange dot, shoveling a mixture of crushed Oreos, gummy sharks, and frozen berries into our mouths while we stared … More Post-Colonial Fro-Yo