The #TravelNoire explosion is a very recent phenomenon. In previous generations, black travel was extremely limited and very dangerous. It was necessary to subscribe to the Green Book, a mid 20th century printed travel guide, […]
I been running all my life. But only just broke in my sneakers. Taking on challenges, Yet fleeing from chaos. Protecting my peace, Yet weakening my resilience. Am I retreating before the storm hits? Or […]
We’ve all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. […]
Well after people get over the fact that I’m hardly home (but always reppin’), they ask, as a nomad, how I will ever establish a sense of stability? After a little over a year, I’ve […]
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson… and page two: Conquering Fear] Although I was absolutely willing to put my life on the line, it wasnt time yet. I wasnt ready to die on the front lines […]
[Read page one: Occupying Ferguson]
At that time in 2014, I was tangled deep into the black web of Tumblr. The power of online social justice warriors stretched its arms wide and kicked its feet under the nose of the sleeping giant that has become this country. Organizers posted meetings, discussions, lived feeds, think pieces, poems, dates for secret protests and marches, historical context for our pain and links keeping the community that was #woke, informed. The biggest march in Atlanta was to circle around Centennial Olympic Park just across the street from the headquarters of CNN.
Three years ago, today, I was driving in heavy stop-and-go Atlanta traffic. Per usual, I expected to reach maximum frustration after 90 minutes when I could make the final left turn into the parking lot of my workplace. That Monday, August 10, 2014, V-103’s DJ Frank Ski stopped all the music on the station to report a story of a young man visiting his family over summer holiday. This young man, Michael, was going to become not only the first of his family to go to college, but one of the few in his community. That Monday, the 10th, would have been his first day at his college campus.
Between today and my last post, it's been 3 months! I have visited Montego Bay, Jamaica… Toronto, Canada… Condado, Puerto Rico… London, UK… and La Habana Vieja, Cuba… to name a few. I have also relocated to Chicago, IL from Dallas, TX. A lot has transpired during my hiatus. And as much as I will
Today, while walking around Chicago, on my way to the blue line, I saw a letter tumbling in the wind. It didnt take long to figure out that it was a love letter and a