Thinking and Re-Thinking…

It is only now, at the end of two and a half years of graduate study, that I am able to realize that I have been understanding myself and my work in terms of lack. That constant negation, that assumption of my starting point being a place of denial has found its way into most…

Raging, As Always

Over the past year, I’ve returned to this quote from Hurston’s 1928 essay “How it Feels to be Colored Me,” almost daily. I’ve written it down on sticky notes and scraps of used paper tucked into notebooks and novels. I’m always looking for ways to work it into conversation, or to cite it my academic…