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STEVONA
writer. educator. culture worker.
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@projectbwafgu @blackednola
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Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Soooo I’ve been crying and taking every “Yesssssss bihhhhh” call this morning. Thank you, New Orleans, for making me the woman I am, especially my elders and students. Thank you, Mr. Leon A. Waters, my favorite historian, for keeping me honest during the writing process. Thank you to @essence for trusting me to bring this to life in my Black woman vernacular and flair. I’m in that thang talkin’ about fine ahhhhh Black women sashaying, hoochie-mama shorts, Frankie Beverly and Maze, the 1811 Slave Revolt, and the unjust mass firing of teachers; mostly Black women post Katrina. Y’all allowed me to write what matters; that’s not always easy.
@e.buckles I am so proud of you! Your images are stunning and I put ‘em all up!
Thank you for every call, text, mention. Thank you for reading the article. I’m honored and gratefullllll. *link in bio* 🖤
ESSENCE, SVP, Creative: @coreytstokes
ESSENCE, Senior Content Director: @itsnandibby
ESSENCE, Visual Director: @_mq______
ESSENCE, Design Director: @anthonybones_
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Portraits of Steven T. Rogers, affectionately known as “The Black Gatsby” due to his self-made multi-millionaire status and opulent style. Born in Montgomery, Alabama, he was raised by his mother and formerly enslaved great-great-grandmother who instilled in him discipline and work ethic. The Great Migration moved him to Cleveland, Ohio where he became a pioneering grocer and entrepreneur who set out to help his community.
During 1962-1993, Rogers owned and operated eight supermarkets in Black communities that were food deserts and was an avid philanthropist who used his wealth to support initiatives like the United Negro College Fund alongside Dick Gregory and Bryant Gumbel. He once said, "I'm willing to leave with nothing. But what I believe is that we are entitled, as a people, to do something for ourselves."
We celebrate his life on his 80th birthday.
Every year on fourth of you lie we get Frederick Douglass quotes & I get v annoyed b/c his ass was only free b/c of a Black woman he almost never writes about. Which is wild b/c my nigga wrote A LOT. Anna Murray-Douglass is his first wife who was born a free woman. She used her sewing gifts & funds to help him escape slavery which was risky AF. She then used her funds to get them started as a couple. She birthed 5 children & continued to run their household for 44 yrs. while Frederick traveled & grew popular in abolitionist circles. During this time he gained new friends (mostly white women) who critiqued Anna b/c they felt she was too uneducated to be his wife. He initially chose Anna b/c she reminded him of freedom & home. Sound familiar? Mkayyy. Balancing their money, the house as an Underground Railroad stop, raising their children & dealing w/ his disrespectful ass friends eventually threw Anna into depression. She died from a stroke. Two years later, Frederick remarried a white woman, Helen (a direct descendant of the Mayflower), & she gets way more airtime b/c he defends their love publicly. So on this day I’m here to clearly rant LOL & tell da damn truth. Anna Murray-Douglass was THAT DEAL! She was a bomb Black woman abolitionist who made it all possible. BUT AREN’T WE ALWAYS! Today her efforts will not be overshadowed by a Black man & a white woman. Thank you for coming to my Moesha journal! 🌹 #BWAFGU #AnnaMurrayDouglass
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Happy Mother’s Day to my “lightskins”! Ha! The Elem queen’s reign supremeeee! My Mama, aunties, beloved Granny. All of them have made me feel like the baddest as I come from generations of legendary fine, brilliance, & “nigga, who tf you talkin’ to?” They don’t play. In a colorist world, I was the most spoiled brown skin girllll in my bobby socks & bobos & always a littleeee purse to match my fit! Now I am a beautiful grown woman because of their love, tenacity, and generosity. They made sure I knew I was somebody from day one. I love them today & always. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Wellllll, it’s not tha Easter Bunny, but a bunny, nonetheless! 🐰
Thank you to @playboy for the opportunity to write the digital introduction for a once-lost 1999 interview with Murray Fisher and Maya Angelou in honor of what would have been her 98th birthday.
Thank you @pfpicardi for helping return this publication to its literary greatness.
And thank you to my childhood librarian, Mrs. Marian Woods. All that reading you had me do paid right on off.
What a joy to remember I was raised by phenomenal women who taught me, “I am a Black ocean, leaping and wide…still I riseeee!”
Link in bio for both the short and longer version. 🖤
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
Won’t you celebrate with me that for ten years, @projectbwafgu been puttin’ ya dine! Puttin’ ya onnnnnnn 🖤
“Black Women Are For Grown-Ups” began in conversation with Zora Neale Hurston’s devotion to honoring the glory and story of Black women.
In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Janie was told a woman alone was something to pity. But when she finally chose herself, Zora wrote: “This freedom feeling was fine.”
Not fine as in ok. Fine as in divine. And every Black woman I know deserves to feel that.
So, let this be an invitation to gather inside that freedom feeling together through archives, books, films, songs, and food.
Deep love to my good sis Emma Cager, who listened to me dream out loud about spaces for Black women and said, say less! Thank you @highlandercenter for helping hold these sacred gatherings.
March 4–8 | across tha 504:
🖤 Black Women in the Archive
🖤 Soul! — Black Woman (1971) screening
🖤 Black Book Party + Grown Folks Karaoke
🖤 Zora’s Sunday Supper
We gather in the places we must protect more than ever: archives, libraries, indie theaters, and intimaterooms that foster our becoming, because you can’t spell grown without grow. Ok!
Come feel your feels. Be free! Have some funnnnn! You deserve it. 🖤
All events are free. 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾 Space is limited, so be sure to RSVP at the link in bio. 🖤
#BWAFGU #FreedomFeeling
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
These are my ancestors. Maternal and paternal. I don’t know all their names, but they know mine.
I was born Stevona Elem. My Daddy had to get his shit together before Mama added the Rogers. Very Elem of her! So when folks see the hyphen and ask if I’m booed up, I let it be known, “I’m married to my people.” 🤏🏾🤏🏾🤏🏾
Some of my folks were hustlas. Some preachers. All of them were dreamers and they imagined me here in the midst of the unfathomable.
It’s why I refuse to let the world forget: everyone in this country stands on the foundation of thee Black American. We really them ones!
Some have culture but we are the culture. We be everywhere. The baby in your hair. The gold in your nameplate. The Ebony in your phonics.
We are a feeling. A people of great spirit.
It’s Al Green croonin’ loveeeeee and happinesssss and you squench your face ‘cuz it’s so badassssss. We be that feeling! Just some baddddd muhfuckas!
Alice Walker said this song will wash the worries away. So, today I play it for my ancestors. I hope they dance and dance. Especially my great, great, great, great grandmother Betsy Shaw Davis, born enslaved and buried a free woman in Shortersville, Alabama.
I thank her and allllll my ancestors for makin’ me a world. I thank them for their guidance as I work to leave it better than I found it. Asé! 🤲🏾🖤 #BHM100
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Legendary! Born on the 8th of February! S/O to my Mama, a very foxy lady, and my Daddy a.k.a. The Black Gatsby, who taught me to love myself and my people deep. T’was the COLDEST WINTER EVAAAA when I pulled up to party on tha planet! Thank you, God, for another year to see a real one when I look in the mirror! Thank you to my beloved Granny Lois S. Elem, and alllll my mighty ancestors who have gotten me off to a flying start! With their love I am glorious & victorious 4eva! Ase’! #BWAFGU #AquarianInDisHoe 🎂🥂🌹
Last week in Belize, I joined an intimate, spirit-led talk with Black women I adore and shared my Granny’s best leadership advice, “let it fall apart sometimes.”
Black women hold so much, do everybody’s damn job, and still get talked to like we’re children. That’s why I go so hard about not calling ourselves “girls” all the time. We. Are. Grown. And worthy of the utmost respect.
I spoke about the genesis of @projectbwafgu in 2016, naming that it’s our bravery and brilliance that keep this muhfucka spinning, bring out the rose petals for our feettttt!
When I first came to Belize in 2023, I went on a rant about my great, great grandmother being enslaved and how we’re owed reparations. An Afro-Belizean woman said, “Thank you for speaking for us. They built this country on our backs, too!” Moments like that remind me to keep building the kind of world Assata Shakur dreamed of.
S/O to @acceleraisecorp for making it possible and love to the brilliant @southernblackgirls @chanceelundy @k.allen.consulting @jamaicandmc @blackednola
Special S/O to the Garifuna people of Belize featured on this flier. I feel your spirit and honor your fight for language, ritual, and joy. 🖤 #BWAFGU
Last week in Belize, I joined an intimate, spirit-led talk with Black women I adore and shared my Granny’s best leadership advice, “let it fall apart sometimes.”
Black women hold so much, do everybody’s damn job, and still get talked to like we’re children. That’s why I go so hard about not calling ourselves “girls” all the time. We. Are. Grown. And worthy of the utmost respect.
I spoke about the genesis of @projectbwafgu in 2016, naming that it’s our bravery and brilliance that keep this muhfucka spinning, bring out the rose petals for our feettttt!
When I first came to Belize in 2023, I went on a rant about my great, great grandmother being enslaved and how we’re owed reparations. An Afro-Belizean woman said, “Thank you for speaking for us. They built this country on our backs, too!” Moments like that remind me to keep building the kind of world Assata Shakur dreamed of.
S/O to @acceleraisecorp for making it possible and love to the brilliant @southernblackgirls @chanceelundy @k.allen.consulting @jamaicandmc @blackednola
Special S/O to the Garifuna people of Belize featured on this flier. I feel your spirit and honor your fight for language, ritual, and joy. 🖤 #BWAFGU
This post is a note (maybe a poem, more of a feeling) for D’Angelo, who I love.
Flood the timelines.
I want to see his face, hear his voice,
and watch every video forever and ever.
May his journey be light as we Send It On for him. Ashé!🕊️🤍
This post is a note (maybe a poem, more of a feeling) for D’Angelo, who I love.
Flood the timelines.
I want to see his face, hear his voice,
and watch every video forever and ever.
May his journey be light as we Send It On for him. Ashé!🕊️🤍
This post is a note (maybe a poem, more of a feeling) for D’Angelo, who I love.
Flood the timelines.
I want to see his face, hear his voice,
and watch every video forever and ever.
May his journey be light as we Send It On for him. Ashé!🕊️🤍
This post is a note (maybe a poem, more of a feeling) for D’Angelo, who I love.
Flood the timelines.
I want to see his face, hear his voice,
and watch every video forever and ever.
May his journey be light as we Send It On for him. Ashé!🕊️🤍
This post is a note (maybe a poem, more of a feeling) for D’Angelo, who I love.
Flood the timelines.
I want to see his face, hear his voice,
and watch every video forever and ever.
May his journey be light as we Send It On for him. Ashé!🕊️🤍
My favorite thing to do is remind folks that Black women BEEN on and deserve all the celebration for our gargantuan efforts. S/O @projectbwafgu 🖤
Tomorrow I’ll be at @xula1925 talkin’ about Black women as intellectuals, as educators, as the wisest among us. About the ingenuity, imagination, and authority of our mothers, grandmothers, and great-grandmothers who dreamed us into being.
The world might try to box us in as nurturers only, but we BEEN the brains of the whole shebang.
This session is exclusively for those registered for the @blackednola Black Is Brilliant Summit, a space I also founded and loveeeee.
Thank you for this visual w/ Black women educators I admireeeee @mynameisphlegm 🖤 #BWAFGU
My favorite thing to do is remind folks that Black women BEEN on and deserve all the celebration for our gargantuan efforts. S/O @projectbwafgu 🖤
Tomorrow I’ll be at @xula1925 talkin’ about Black women as intellectuals, as educators, as the wisest among us. About the ingenuity, imagination, and authority of our mothers, grandmothers, and great-grandmothers who dreamed us into being.
The world might try to box us in as nurturers only, but we BEEN the brains of the whole shebang.
This session is exclusively for those registered for the @blackednola Black Is Brilliant Summit, a space I also founded and loveeeee.
Thank you for this visual w/ Black women educators I admireeeee @mynameisphlegm 🖤 #BWAFGU
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
Wrote my Granny’s obituary for her homegoing and was flooded with stories she shared of her life. Born in Letohatchee, Alabama after her 14-year-old mother was sexually assaulted by a white man, she was orphaned young and swore her six kids would know the “motherly love” she never had. She sewed their school clothes, preached the power of education, and shielded them best she could from the ugliness of Jim Crow. By the time I came along, she was a master matriarch. From my bassinet to her arms, she was my # 1. A love supreme. My most consistent presence, my realest one. A self-proclaimed H.N.I.C., she taught me never to be beholden to anyone, especially a man. She worked hard for her own things: a home with wooden stairs I loved to rip n run, a respected nursing career, and her prized “address book,” where she documented everything. She surrounded herself with thoughtful Black women, and grew beautiful flowers in her yard. She lived simply but gave richly. A “good and faithful servant” she aimed to be. Granny was a New Year’s baby, and every year at midnight, no matter where I was, I’d step outside and sing, “Happy Birthday, dear Grannyyyyy,” and she’d laugh. I’ll miss her laugh the most. She was my Capricorn queen. My best sister-friend. My wisest counsel. Since she transitioned, I can’t stop crying. But I am so grateful. Because Lois S. Elem was everything and I mean every single thing, I was looking for and more. 🤍🕊️
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