It’s amazing what twisting paths spiders can lead us on if we let them. Several months ago I started checking out the biographies of the women captured with Louise in a 1935 Chicago Defender photo with the headline “They Are …
a nigga’s newyear
Janus is the Roman God / Deity of New Beginning and Transitions, thus on the Gregorian calendar, the year begins in January. For enslaved Black Americans, January 1st, New Year’s Day, was known as “Heartbreak Day” or “Hiring Day.” On …
Whispers from the Woods: Plantlife, Wildlife, Blacklife
Last summer I was blessed enough to be among the first cohorts for Now Memories: Spiritual Anthology of Black Herbal Wisdom, hosted by Nana Catherine’s Apothecary. Each week we would gather, a gaggle of passionate Black femmes, budding spiritual herbalists, …
Both the Researcher & the Archive
Both the researcher
and the archive.
Webs of innanets,
your conversations
meditations and memories too
are essential to the accuracy
of historical accounts.
You are a better source of information than you might allow yourself to be.
I was in …
Farming while Southeast Asian
What does it mean to Farm as descendants of a displaced Southeast Asian diaspora? What would a growing guide that captures our community’s stories of land look like that can be a time capsule of self–determination skills for …
We are enough.
It was a shared passion for food, Blackness, storytelling and shit talking that brought us together. Khaliah has lived in Philadelphia all her life, while Nia was born in Philly and raised in Yazoo City in the Mississippi Delta. We …