It escapes me not that I haven’t blogged in a while. The first six months of this year have been, to say the very least, busy. I’ve spent a lot of the year reflecting alone, or in therapy, or with close, close friends about so many things: the blues of being a first-time author, the blues of becoming a second-time author, writing, the business of writing, teaching, the rationing of energy that thins and renews itself with teaching, creating and building my future one moment at a time, and learning how, as a woman committed to my own growth, to stand up for myself every single day.
This shit is hard, y’all. But maybe you knew that already.
It’s a process, yes, but process, for me, necessitates action.
This past week, I spent a week in New York City for my sixth time. I have a lot and nothing to say at the same time. I’m thankful to have spent a lot of time with students and colleagues in a city that felt unlike home every time I visited.
Here are some snapshots of the trip – one I’ll be thinking about for a very, very long time.
with the crew at the Big L mural
with the crew at the Biggie, King of NY mural
And I just love your flashy ways.
with my student, Webster
with my student, Kyle (he’s transferring to CalArts this year!)
with my sister in CIPHER, Kim.
with my small group, the Mad Transit Artists (MTA).
at the 9/11 Memorial
from the 9/11 Museum
performing at the Nuyorican Poets Café Open Mic w/ Kim & our students