I want to be optimistic. I do. And, I admit, I recently told my partner that I am incredibly full of hope, silly, poetic hope, but I must say times are dire and serious for a country when a black politician as eloquent and as solid as Obama, still, must defend his blackness.
I don't know what this blog will be. But I am a 39-year old black(red) woman writer and mother. I am the daughter of Midwest roots, by way of NC. I have traded words, in public and private, for many things over the last seventeen years. Now is the time to do something, to write something, to say something, using what little I have learned, earned, and, yes, hoped for, when I decided to be a writer.
In Hope. In Peace.