Lately I've been thinking about succession more than success. My parents are getting older. My brother is incarcerated. His two daughters and son are growing up. I have daughters of my own. The extended family feels more fragmented with every passing year, and somewhere along the way I realized that I had stopped looking around the room expecting another adult to emerge. Instead, I keep finding myself. There is a peculiar loneliness in becoming the eldest daughter, especially

Well, I made it. I am actively working on my thesis paper. In some ways, preparing for this thesis feels like it has been a work in progress ever since I started the first-ever chess club at my middle school in Columbus, GA, back in 2002. Even then, I was learning how to build something from an idea, gather people around it, and think several moves ahead. My research topic is dedicated the emotional cost of entrepreneurship because I want future Black entrepreneurs to know ju

The more I mature the more I hold space and prioritize the other creatives in my life. Like soil in a garden, creatives need to be surrounded and covered by other creatives. In a world that often tries to measure everything by profit, popularity, or productivity, being understood is the fertilizer that supports growth and yields our fruit bearing seasons. There is something deeply affirming about being in a room with people who do not need you to explain why the idea matters,