One of the most eye-opening moments in my life was when I was sitting in the audience of Marc Lamont Hill speaking on Martin Luther King Day. I initially didn’t know what to expect but he eventually let me stunned as he ended the speech about activism and the concept of Ubuntu.
I hold on tight every single day, praying that I won’t slip into another episode. I lose focus, mind feels almost like it’s loose in my head. Controlling ADHD with will, prayer, and hopefulness is a near impossible quest that I intend to conquer. Failure is not an option but at times it seems like the goal is never so far.
Today’s post started from a brief Twitter Conversation with Melinda Anderson @mdawriter : She definitely helped my brain get going on these ideas. And of course, thank you to the amazing Lauren Michelle Allen @MichelleHux for always being funny, thought-provoking, and warm to one of the thousands of people who follow her daily.
Part Two is up here
There is a common trope in black literature that is heartwarming but also borderline redundant: Letters from black men to their sons. While I would have liked my father to write me an instruction manual, I realize that our daughters are often neglected. So, the following is a letter to my daughter (That doesn’t exist). Continue reading “Letter to my Daughter (Part 1)”