When I started this blog in 2008, I was so open to pouring out whatever moved me. And back then, it was Black shit; woman shit; girlfriend/lover, sister/daughter, and a whole lot of mother shit. It was growing up and fucking up, watching technology change things and change us, and it was living on a corner on the South Side of Chicago and all that I saw during those years. I was a single mother making it in the city, and eventually, making it in love, and oh, was I was hell bent on being A Writer Telling the Truth…the truth of my upbringing and the things I inherited, the truth of my relationships, and the truth of my politics. Looking back on those posts from the vantage point of a woman vexed by the incessant urge to tell every truth while having the nerve to still believe in privacy, what I see now is a woman who tried to write through it…and then tucked it all away.
A few months ago, someone very close to me died. Something clicked, and I realized we leave things behind when we go. But we have so many opportunities while living to make what we leave matter. So here I am, revamping this blog. Dusting it off and starting again. This time, I’m settling in to write the rest of the story.
Nonfiction Woman 