Figuring out my past involved the CIA, a deposed Black president, a bunch of professional liars, and someone who looks like me.

When the south rose again in my backyard, I was surprised to learn who we were living with.

I’m over being in rooms where people elide our history. When they redact our ancestors, I put back what they skipped.

The lessons I learned living in Flint during the water crisis came roaring back when Covid struck.

The prompt said: in 100 words, can you describe how you’re coping with lockdown.

Turns out, I could.