My Blog
I feel like I haven't done a blog in a while, like since I was in elementary school. So this is going to be interesting.
Welcome to my thoughts, perspectives, and perceptions.
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1/14/25 9:56pm
As I was writing in my journal,
Now for context, I’ve had a rough few weeks of a semi-lonely part of my life filled with daily existential crises.
But TODAY,
As I wrote in my journal, I had a moment of epiphany
“I think about my goals…
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Travel the World
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Study music, Study Dance, Study Culture. Study history Prestory”
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My job on this earth is to study what’s happening right now
A couple weeks ago, my amazing grandmother (AKA NANA WANNA), randomly looked at me as we watched Woman King ,
~ Now what’s wild is that I was really thinking about the movie and how much of Hollywood’s influence is it before she said this ~
Also - (WHEN ARE WE GONNA LET BLACK STORIES BE TOLD BY BLACK PEOPLE)
But she looked and me and said
“Believe half of what you hear, and none of what you see”
When she said that, I thought huh I’m not really sure of the meaning yet and it’ll probably hit me later.
Now it’s hitting.
The stories that we are told in history classrooms, on social media, on the news, in movies, is not an accurate representation of what is PRESENTLY & ACTUALLY happening. Your sense of time is being warpedand your sense of what’s happening around the world is being warped,
Why do you think traveling to certain places has been depicted as more dangerous than here?
Most of the things that are happening in these "third world countries" are happening here.
GO & SEE THE WORLD
“If you keep waiting for the perfect situation or the perfect amount of money, you’ll just keep waiting” - a friend
See what’s happening now, before you were told a story
Study your PRESTORY
SAY: I am a philosopher, an anthropologist, a sociologist, a linguist, an artist, an educator, a social worker, a prestorian, a journalist, a librarian….IAM - can’t put me in no box beech
My time in Hawai'i coming soon!
4/21/25 10:52pm
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I’m so thankful I have a loving grandmother
She loved me through all my wounds and guided me like Uncle Iroh did Zuko
I appreciate my Nana
And I had a vision earlier of her
Sitting down in a chair
Holding up a baby girl and giving her a kiss on the forehead
She gave her love to me to pass forward and that’s a different kind of love
As I contemplated vision of her sitting on that low wooden chair with an apron on,
It made me think of how
In my family,
And in many black families,
The grandmother becomes the true mother, the matriarch
As women become pregnant young
The grandmother steps in
While the mother breeds resentment of not healing her own mother wounds
She resents the version of a mother she didn’t get
This type of resentment slowly burns and can simmer through old age
Then I think about its connection to slavery
Specifically the dynamic of the nuclear *family unit
Where women slaves were bred like cattle having children while taking care of another’s
Wet nurses often times had no milk left for their own
Creating a space for community to emerge amongst women who also were nursing
‘That aunt that’s not actually your aunt’
(which makes me realize that one of black men’s biggest issues is that they don’t have true community, at least not often times in the way women have traditionally had - which is highly due to systemic reasons originating well before we got on the boat and don’t get me started on our privatized correctional facility nor the selling of relatives)
Anyways…lol…this is how my brain works and I love it!!
I think about where that cycle began,
And I think about the many single mothers who had grandparents who raised their kids
And the cycle of mother - daughter resentment that continues when not forgiven
When held onto
(*a european take on a ‘family unit’, really historically fitting a marginalized experience, one could say colonial language)
Hi…my name is Tiff….and I’m carrying seven generations, full of complex individuals
While holding 3 matriarch ahead of me...