Originally published at Medium on April 29, 2013. I still find it extremely relevant so I’m reposting it here. I’m going to make this short and sweet. Over the next several weeks, you’ll hear several smart people talk about how critical Game 5 is of a 7-game series. After all, in a series that’s tied 2-2, the team who wins Game 5 takes commanding control of the series.
I don’t read enough books written by women. Since I started keeping track of what I read, only 33% of the 180 different authors I’ve read are women. That’s a problem. I’ll be making a more concerted effort to read books by women from now on, starting with Women’s History Month, where I read books exclusively by women.
Continuing the tradition I started last year, I celebrated Black History Month by reading black authors. Here are those books I read along with some of my favorite passages from them. Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead Emergency Skin by N.K. Jemisin How Long ’til Black Future Month? by N.K. Jemisin My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite Everywhere You Don’t Belong by Gabriel Bump Nickel Boys by Colson Whitehead We must believe in our souls that we are somebody, that we are significant, that we are worthful, and we must walk the streets of life every day with this sense of dignity and this sense of somebody-ness.
2020 was quite a year, wasn’t it? Last year’s roller coaster both thrilled and nauseated me, and at different times made me happy, sad, depressed, confused, excited, fulfilled, overjoyed, and despaired. Is that enough adjectives? Those will have to do, because 2020 brought on so many different emotions that my vocabulary is not large enough to describe it.