big change requires bold moves. even small ones include some adjustments. but change does happens. at least it should. if we know this, why does change seem so crazy?
i told an ex (and by an i mean thee) i wanted the first edition copy of toni morrison’s song of solomon. he got it – it’s the 17th reprint with first print cover. that may be how he got me. in it, morrison writes, “you wanna fly, you got to give up the shit…
i’ve been sitting on this one for awhile now…and it’s been boiling. lying. is it something we acquire from others or just instinctively do? or are we afraid of the consequences of our or the truth?
every black person i know is talking about, feeling, processing and inspired to do something by watching ava duvernay’s when they see us on netflix. i wonder, how do we see ourselves and each other?