When Leadership Plays Hide and Speak

“Turn out the lights….the party’s over.” Those lyrics sang by Willie Nelson back in 1967 is somehow relevant today and speaks to what we have now devolved into. For as far back as I can remember, the lights of the White House were almost never off. I even asked a handful of DC residents, and they said the same. On Sunday protestors took to the streets of the nation’s capital to show their anger and disgust by demonstrating against the recent murders of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor at the…

The Ahmaud Arbery Case….Where Do We Go From Here? (A Possible Solution)

As I sit here scrolling through the pages of my various social media feeds, I can’t help but to feel the sadness and anger associated with Black life in America. Although technically free, we are boxed in and beat down by the social and economic constraints of a system designed to rob us of our very essence. A system designed to rob us of our souls. Our blackness. Our right to just fucking be. We all have heard the stories. We all have seen the footage. We all have bore…

Jogging While Black

Jogging is a cold-hearted b*tch. Well, I take that back. Cardio, in general, no matter what form it comes in, is a cold-hearted b*tch. Jogging is more of a passive aggressive asshole. However, once you do it for a while, jogging actually becomes therapeutic. And once you achieve some semblance of what is deemed as a “runner’s high,” a kind of internal bliss/tranquility sets in, even if the hardship of cardio is apparent. It’s weird, but again, it’s therapeutic. And when I jog, my guard is down. And why shouldn’t…