I feel full. A day at Ibram X. Kendi’s First Annual National Antiracist Book Festival has fed my spirit. So many affirming conversations, so much love and black excellence, so much knowledge sharing! When my husband, Kevin, gifted this event to me for our 14th anniversary, I had tears in my eyes. Through this gesture, he showed me not only that he loves me (which is a beautiful thing!) but that he SEES me. He sees that I’m birthing untold stories and that I am a part of a community of writers and readers who are creating more pathways to our collective liberation. I was happy to be a part of the inaugural event that is spreading the antiracism gospel.
So, today’s affirmation was personal. As I push forward in the writing of my third novel and re-enter the author’s space, I have needed to be reminded that I belong here and that what I have to share should be heard. I received those messages today: to write through fear without seeking permission or devaluing its worth. So many pearls of wisdom were offered in the name of love. Grateful.