In May of 2016, I graduated from Boston University with a degree in Sociology and African American Studies. 

By September, I was a recent graduate, working a job that paid incredibly well but elicited not an ounce of intellectual or artistic creativity. It left me feeling hopelessly unfulfilled and embarrassingly hypocritical. Like many creatives, self doubt, imposter syndrome and a sense of futility writ large, crippled my creative abilities. It took nearly two years of consistent nudging from those who love me most, for me to realize that perhaps I was so profoundly unhappy because I was no longer writing. So, here I am.

I'm going to be intentional about making this a real blog. It will not be, primarily, a catalog of my published (or publishable) works as it's previous iterations have been. It will not be a call to activism (though if you feel called, by all means do so!) It will not be polished or heavily edited. It will be rough; It will be raw; It will (hopefully) be honest and (most likely) a mess. If I am doing this right, you won't agree with everything I say... The moment I started writing for other people was the very same moment in which I lost myself, after all.

Much like yourself, I'm still trying to figure this all out. I can't tell you how long it will take, or if we'll ever get there, but I hope that you'll join me on this journey. 

In vigilance, understanding, truth and light,