This blog began on January 15th, the day I finally stopped crying.
The last time I cried like that was while watching Philandro Castile die live, on social media, in front of his family.
I stopped crying when I joined about 300 other writers at the National Museum of American Jewish History for “Writer’s Resist,” where more than two dozen local writers, authors and journalists (in Philly) selected and read works by humanity’s most important activists, poets, prophets and heroes. I saw so many things simmering below the surface that day and felt our collective hearts beating, driven by a purpose, resolved to march forward toward our liberation.
Walk shoulder to shoulder with me.
Like my cover image? It’s from configuringlight.org as part of Project Resist, a collaboration with the Light Collective and Social Light Movement.