A note on the possibility of raising mixed-race children without Black family ties, the responsibility of carrying culture, and the music that shapes my thoughts along the way.

30 days of poems for life, love, and creativity.

30 days of poems for life, love, and creativity.

30 days of poems for life, love, and creativity.

Fear, it has gripped us. Crawled into everything we do, view, and experience. What we read and do not. What we watch and refuse to watch. Who we call friend and who we don’t. Who we choose to love and who we won’t. Where we will live and the places we wouldn’t dare ever call home.

Running like so many other sports levels the playing field. Maybe the greatest of third spaces, that sooner or later requires us all to show up as we would in the first place, at the starting line, bare, vulnerable, in pursuit of grand goals that we won’t yet whisper, flanked by incredible support on each shoulder.