I am black. I am proud of it. I come from a family that not only takes pride in their blackness but tries to contribute to the culture. My father, mother, and sister went to HBCUs. I grew up in Oakland and Houston, two major black epicenters. I am informed and knowledgeable in all things … Continue reading Reflection #2

There is a certain pain to being a Type B person in a Type A world. As a Type B person, I find peace in simplicity. I find beauty in doing nothing. I find satisfaction in having little. In a Type A world, I feel people look down on simplicity, see no value in inactivity, … Continue reading Reflection #1