My life and work are a quiet revolution.
After all, despair cannot cannot share the same space as wonder (Alice Walker).
the beginning.
There was the Black Warrior, Chief Tuskaloosa.
Playgrounds atop ruins of the Alabama state house.
Wheel-barrows full of books and composition notebooks.
Saturday mornings twirling to Mariah Carey’s Butterfly on CD.
High school educators, grassroots activists, writers, singers, and believers.
House full of deep jazz, shampoo bowl queues, and extended families.
then.
A first-generation push through institutionalized education.
Diversion from professional expectations for personal agency.
Seasons of self-paced exploration.
Global citizenship earned through curiosity, sacrifice, and assumption of opportunity.
Bets on self.
Inquiries of self.
Both, rather cyclically.
Reprioritizing.
Relocation home.
Rebirths of a second form — or third, or fourth.
See LinkedIn for footnotes.
