In a real regular mode of consideration about failing as a parent, as a writer, as a person who lives within a nation, I’ve been thinking a lot about seriousness, and punishment, and the way this industry punishes seriousness and how useful that is for power, and how we, not exclusively, though especially black people honest about or born into any relationship with negativity, must always be prepared for punishment. ———————————————————————————————-It’s also quite strange to witness moments of what appear to be freedom through unrelenting anger and fatigue. But I “finished” an essay about my grandmother, and by extension The Family, that I’m proud of. I started writing this maybe ten years ago and it’s in the world with special thanks to
@harpersmagazine @semifluentmundo and
@dalai_mama who all had the misfortune of sustaining many arguments over the use of words through the morning, the evening and the night for months at a time. I’ve also decided to buy back ~2,000 copies of my first book, Sink, which have not sold, so if you’re interested and want to get at me for a reading group, speaking engagement or otherwise bundle of cute coasters, hit me up! More writing forthcoming on video games, dragons, school shootings, basketball, “parenting,” friendship, sex, “literature,” “war,” etc.