Seven years ago, motherhood came with a whoosh in the shape of my girl, Pearl. Unlike educator and artist, "Black single mother" is a label still foreign, but it's at this intersection where I harnessed the life-giving power of care. It's at this intersection I refined a vision that buoys all my work.
My days are filled with tending to others through sweet, mundane routines: lunches, wash day, rehearsals, production meetings, and capping off with the co-sleeping we never quite kicked. It's the two of us, side-by-side, tangled up in each other's days and nights; a connection point each evening and dawn; a reminder that we choose one another's closeness. We wake early and turn to talk of dreams. Sometimes, these are the sleeping dreams slowly melting away from memory, but most often, we dream about our "perfect day."
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