Dear Harriet Jacobs

Upon returning to my home in Ashburn, Virginia for this past break, I decided to engage in the small space exercise for my journal entry. In the basement of my home there’s a small room with no furniture where my father stores old family photos, heirlooms, and other miscellaneous books. I decided on this space…

Who a Successful Black Woman is, According to Donald Glover’s Atlanta and Beyonce

Beyonce’s “Diva” music video opens with a black screen and simple typewriter-style text providing the viewer with a definition of the word diva: “A successful and glamorous female personality; especially: a female singer who has achieved popularity”. This definition immediately brought me back to the opening scene of Atlanta’s sixth episode, “Value”, which presents with…

how’d she do it?

Dear Ms. Jacobs,   Over this past weekend, I attempted to replicate a space similar to your garret escape to try to begin to comprehend what you lived through.  Although I will never be able to truly understand what you experienced, I hope to gain some insight on what your reality was like during your time in the garret.  The…

Redefining the College Experience

Although, Sassafrass wasn’t directly described knitting in Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo, I believe my new skill of knitting can relate to Sassafrass’ wall hangings and cloth weaving. This is my moment of ecstatic joy, finishing my first knit scarf. Only two weeks ago, Emma taught my house of roommates how to knit. We all decided…

Do nothing without intention.

As we were examining the line “I knew what I did, and I did it with the deliberate calculation,” (47) from chapter ten in Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, I thought about Solange’s music video for “Almeda.” I was hooked onto the line “Nothing without intention. Do nothing without intention,” said by…

Us and Everybody Else

Smoke filled lungs empty chronic symphonies, I relish in the taste  of the current trapping my skin, match the jaded expression of the pianist played one gig too high. Left foot fused to the floor with a concoction of warm liquor, sweat, and melted keys. And sweet deceit fills our ears. Knees start to buckle,…