I just returned from the Association for the Study of African American Life and History (ASALH) conference in North Charleston, SC. There, I met some incredible scholarly-sisters. Some of them were also my sorority sisters. One of them was a sister in art of long standing. I reflect now on it all. My faith… Continue reading return
Oh, for community. Oh, for the moments when we come together. Grateful for TCM Party for Julie Dash’s 1991 Daughters of the Dust tonight. Thank you, Ava! “As far as this place was concerned, we were never a pure woman…Protect us.” On the 19th day of August 1902 they left these islands…perhaps to never see… Continue reading daughters
I just learned via a Facebook post that my late cousin Gayle Andrews Gay, the first African American cheerleader at Florida State University, is being honored by the Coconut Grove Sports Hall of Fame. Coconut Grove is the Miami community in which we were initially raised. It was partly settled by Bahamians and southern blacks… Continue reading so proud of my cousin Gayle
This image is part of my journey inside academe. It is a snapshot of a video taken by a classmate at the 2005 premiere of “Makes You Happy,” a 21-minute choreopoem I wrote and directed that premiered at the Broach Theatre as part of the Greensboro, NC, 3rd Annual Fringe Festival. Linkages exist between this… Continue reading progress
It’s been a powerful week for thinking through the experiences of women. I was able to read a 1950 newspaper article about Alabama-born and Florida-bred novelist Zora Neale Hurston. It was published in The Miami Herald, my former employer. There’s nothing like reading an archival document that permits you to go back in time. Not… Continue reading nettie, zora, california, eliza…saying their names
One exam to proctor and then it’s over. Highlight of the day: an email from a purported sixth grader in Pike Road, Alabama, who wants to know about the future of humanities. I hope he becomes my pen pal. It’s not my area of expertise, but I shared what could. In my favorite Harriet Tubman… Continue reading Musings
Inspired by this week’s readings in my grad class, but also by so much swirling around me these days, I went for it and chopped off my locks. Fourth time in 51 years. Last time: 20 years ago this month. Feels good to let go. Also loving the cherry blossoms that tell me it’s Spring.… Continue reading did it!