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J.D., PhD; Wake Productions. Author of Wake: The Hidden History of Women-Led Slave Revolts. Best Book of 2021 NPR, She/Her. repped by @EchoLakeEnt
Feb 7 7 tweets 1 min read
I just saw the cardiologist and finally have a diagnosis—labile hypertension caused by trauma and metabolic issues. Also she told me that Black people have thicker heart muscles. She barely made it out of my appointment alive. I laid into her. “You know they say Black people have bigger muscles as an excuse for slavery. You are quoting me 100 year old race science. So stop talking about it.
Dec 23, 2022 5 tweets 1 min read
I’m doing a deep dive into how folks use story as a way to escape from trauma. How getting lost in speculative fiction is a kind of dissociative resilience. Escaping into story. Has anyone written about that? Psychology of story? Because I work across so many domains of knowledge I sometimes come across weird gaps. Like now I’m focusing on story and story structure. Some of what is out there seems to be screenwriters writing in conversation only with themselves 1/?
Nov 26, 2022 8 tweets 3 min read
My pinned tweet is insensitive
Nov 25, 2022 6 tweets 3 min read
I have discovered the Apple Cider Donut and I will never be the same Image I wasn’t expecting the food to be so off the hook good in Boston. I grew up in NYC (which objectively has the best food in the world 😉) and my main association with Boston was watching crazy white women setting school buses on fire when I was a school child myself.
Aug 5, 2022 19 tweets 8 min read
I’m documenting my journey on the train, with a thread that I’m calling LOL @Amtrak. I shared a little about this epic journey while on the train on those rare occasions when there was cell service, as Amtrak has no WiFi. Amtrak’s skylines train par... I left Seattle on the Coast Starlight early Tuesday morning. At midnight we finally arrived at Klamath Falls north of the stunning Mount Shasta, and were stuck there for 9 hours, because a wild fire damaged the tracks in front of us. Or maybe it was a flood. Image