Tired of living in the meantime, I have gotten out of my comfort zone and into a way of stretching the limits of my imagination. I am a self proclaimed womanist who is turning theory into practice. I am living on the edge of my laziness, shrugging it off like the bad habit it is. My insecurities are jumping ship as waves of confidence come over me, washing me with the freshly laundered scent of ambition.

Drawing from the strength of wise women before me- Nina Simone, Elaine Brown, Octavia Butler, Faith Ringgold, and Nikki Giovanni, and my mothers, aunts, and sisters, I look forward to undulations of driven spirits, fierce tongues, and fearless actions.

I love the work of Octavia Butler, so in her words, I am "comfortably asocial--a hermit in the middle of Seattle--a pessimist if I'm not careful, a feminist, a Black, a former Baptist, an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive." With a few small changes, including the switching of Seattle f