Too many victims of the same crime.

Different time, same story.

Different name to add to the inventory.

Hope in the face of darkness is also resistance.

This hope and this joy I speak of is not a simple “kumbaya” and “just find the silver lining” surface-level hope. This hope and this joy I speak of is bloody.

Last year, I turned the age my mother was when she had me so I’ve been thinking a lot about the ways she sacrificed before I was even born.

2018 was an incredible year for me.

But, 2019 was a wasteland.

The first few days in South Africa demanded a host of adjustments.

“Are you ready for an adventure?”

Returning to my natural hair taught me a lot about myself.