Black Writers buoyed me during the Pangea.

I’ve kept a gratitude journal with various levels of fidelity throughout my life and really tried to sustain it during what I think most people can agree was a shitty year overall. One of the aspects of this weird pandemic time that I’ll forever be grateful for is how Black writers gave of themselves to yes, promote their work, but also to share their expertise and love.

Being able to hear from beloved authors, many of whom geography might have prohibited me from seeing, share about their craft, perspective, and more has been such a blessing during a time when I’m trying to rededicate to my writing. I’m grateful that we live in a time where so many Black writers are rightfully getting what’s theirs and then turning around and pouring into us.

Grateful for Black abundance during a dearth of good things.