Our ancestors crossed oceans - many by force historically - but if we; their descendants; can do so - we get to choose how we move. We owe it to ourselves to explore, to witness, and to take up space.

And if the impact of what is done in one corner of the world is no longer an isolated event, how we care and show up for one another should not be an isolated event, either.

Reflections on Black Travel, Ancestral Memory, and the Currents That Bind Us

Somewhere between legacy, imagination, and transformation.

my names mean

truth

victory

and joy

each syllable conveys a different sentiment