The Best Stories Are Often True...the Narrative

This Moment Right Here, Me Standing Up Here All Brown With My Boobs And My Thursday Night Of Network Television Full Of Women Of Color, Competitive Women, Strong Women, Women Who Own Their Bodies And Whose Lives Revolve Around Their Work Instead Of Their Men, Women Who Are Big Dogs, That Could Only Be Happening Right Now.

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

You Can't Tell Stories And Really Walk In Someone's Shoes And Not Have A Love For Them, Even If They're Doing Horrible Things.

Ditch The Dream And Be A Doer.

I Cannot Keep Track And Lots Of Great Shows Go Unnoticed.