“Everybody but especially Black women, our histories have long been disregarded and erased, so we’ve got a duty to be our own historians.

What’s not settled in one generation, finds its way into the next. This trauma exists as family secrets and fears labeled as wisdom.

I snapped out of my distant admiration and slightly-emotional remote appreciation, walked over to her and introduced myself. She was a dear!! I told her what I do with VGB, and asked about her diary.

The first year of being 50 I was so happy! Oh my god I didn't know 50 could be so happy. You could not tell me I was not grown, even though I still had the insecurities, still had issues...I felt liberated because I felt like I had arrived. Now, arrived at what, I don’t even know.

No one is going to record your story, this is your responsibility. No one is going to ensure that the truth is documented and that your name is preserved. Your story does not only represent you, your story represents us and the many tea-stained women before you. Do not allow yourself to be erased, write yourself alive…

When it came to me, I woke up one morning and inexplicably had ceramics on my mind. I had never given ceramics much thought, but a few weeks went by and the thought was still lingering in the back of my mind. I decided to look into some classes and registered for a ceramics course, and two years later I launched my own line of ceramics.

i thought ‘wow! this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to be able to live in another country so i’d better write it all down so i can remember as much as possible when it’s over.

I think we became so disconnected from our intuition. We kind of go into things blinded. That’s some dangerous shit. BUT… lessons have to be learned.