Spent a balmy Saturday afternoon enjoying the pages of Hannah magazine, feeling epic with jeweled headphones surrounding me with Prince's tunes, and sipping slowly on an iced coffee. I reveled in the blackness of the items involved in my comfort. The headphones inspired by Rihanna, the magazine which black owned and displays ourselves, and the tunes of Prince who was unapologetically him and black.
Yeah, I should be studying but I needed a moment. And that moment provided me with a reminder of why my last job didn't work out (it was time for me to strike out on my own), the necessity of creative journalism for melanin, and why I love 'being'.