But whether I’m talking about childhood memories, photography, recipes, movie reviews, comedic listicles, church lessons, dating mishaps, or the echo of slavery still ringing in today’s policies—my blog is my legacy.
It's photography, recipes and madness. It's laughter, it's lessons, it's life…
But whether I’m talking about childhood memories, photography, recipes, movie reviews, comedic listicles, church lessons, dating mishaps, or the echo of slavery still ringing in today’s policies—my blog is my legacy.
…every story I’ve written came from a life fully lived—painfully, hilariously, imperfectly lived. And whether I’ve shared memories from my childhood, love notes to my parents, awkward moments with my friends, pranks gone wrong, or heartfelt reflections about slavery, legacy, and life… they’re mine. And now they belong to you too….
Before I knew it, I was fully invested. If I wasn’t wondering what would happen next, I was jamming to the songs, and every single one was straight fire!
And one form of music I will always associate with my graduating class is the classic R&B slow jam. Prince, Midnight Star, Zapp, Jeffrey Osborne, Atlantic Starr, Sade, Peabo Bryson, DeBarge. So many wonderful artists who brought music that made you get on the dance floor and STAY on it, hoping the night would never end…
Despite the heat, my mother insisted that I wear my hoodie as protection against stray fireworks, but had she any idea what I would actually be doing, I’m sure she would have made me watch from inside my living room window.
Looking back, I wish she had…
I realize now that what he meant was that he had given me the necessary tools. He had taught me what I needed at the start of my journey as a boy, a young man, and eventually, as a new father.