Here, damn.

I agonized over what my first post would be for weeks. At some point I debated even posting at all, then the ancestors started talking— yelling really. So this is an attempt to listen. I’m not a perfect writer, I’m not a perfect person, and one day I won’t be a perfect ancestor. I’ve decided not to run from those flaws, but to live in them.

So here, damn.

I hope this will be a space to share commentary, poetry, or whatever makes it out of my journal. I’m glad you’re here, but act right. If you know me IRL what I write here won’t be a surprise. And if you know me, it’s clear what I write here is mine alone. If you’re a stranger, welcome.

Here, damn.

I give this work with some reticence and a full heart.