For anyone, history is important. More than giving us an idea of what’s happened in the past, it tells us what paths have been taken. It also inadvertently tells us all the ones that haven’t.
Happy Tuesday and welcome to another round of Book Worms; I've got a pretty good read for you today. As you know, it's Black History Month and though I read this book a little while back, I thought it was a good one to bring into my post for the day. Made into a motion…Read more Book Worms–The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
Last week, I told you all about a teach-in on campus—those were the seminars, free for students to learn about culture or race or just start a dialogue on how different topics present themselves in our lives. I enjoyed it all and it got me thinking a lot about identity and how I define myself as a whole. But there is something we learned about that I hadn’t heard before and it was a huge thought process to look into… Chances are, you haven’t heard about it either.
The more I think about it, the more I question the reason I do all of these things, the reason I feel like I need to; I finally realized why the term “black excellence” isn’t just about pride or ability.
It’s Black History Month and this is one of those books that I felt was important to bring a bit of attention to. As Acevedo’s first novel, this one is special because it tells a narrative, but through poetry.
I’ve been working on a lot of different things lately, from screenwriting and prose writing (which are incredibly different, something I did not prep myself for) to tutoring and redecorating my walls (multiple times). But I have also been forgetting to notice the things that have come full circle.