Author: Stephanie Renee
Oh, Mercury Retrograde…you trickster, you! Can always count on you to remind me of what and who I love most, and give me a chance to get my life right. Literally.
It is physically impossible to affirmatively respond to each and every request to appear at events and speaking engagements. But lately, the benefit to selectively deciding to show up and be counted has been clearer than ever before.
It’s been 10 years since we were transfixed by news reports of the destruction that Hurricane Katrina left in her wake, and the subsequent indifference of our national resources to help the stranded. How would YOU handle losing it all and going on?
I am a city girl, but I am not “hood.” And yet, something about the outspokenness of N.W.A. appealed to my teenage self, finding a way to stride between the various worlds of my existence and be recognized. Twenty-seven years later, I will not shy away from this history.
There is a thread on Black Twitter called #HappyBlackGirlDay, where posts are used to uplift and celebrate Black femininity. In the wake of Sandra Bland’s death and so many other insults and insensitivity toward sisterhood, this social media practice feels more like urgent necessity.
Knowing your purpose is one thing. Properly executing that purpose in the world requires a different kind of spiritual fortitude.
The documentary “What Happened, Miss Simone?” plucked the scabs off of old wounds around the often tortuous fate of Black genius. We cannot rewrite history, but we can do a much better job of surrounding, protecting and nurturing it for future generations.