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05/28/2026

Maybe the problem is we keep teaching Black history in sports as a series of “firsts.”

Because “first” sounds celebratory.
But it also quietly reminds us the door was locked in the first place.

These athletes weren’t important just because they entered spaces.
They mattered because many of them exposed the rules of those spaces completely.

Some used excellence.
Some used silence.
Some used refusal.
Some used visibility.
Some sacrificed careers entirely.

But they all understood something powerful:

The game was never separate from society.

And once you realize that…
you start seeing these athletes less as entertainers —
and more as people negotiating freedom in public.

That changes the way you look at sports entirely.

How many of these people can you guess. Here's a little hint....
J.R.
W.R.
B.R.
C.F.
T.S.
C.K.
A.A.
M.A.

Comment if you got it.

05/15/2026

Octavia Butler has a way of writing that feels like remembering something ancient.

This book gives hear philosophies through Lauren Olamina and it all centers around the concept that “God is Change.”

that’s a Zen’d out concept you can meditate on for a lifetime for real. She literally creates a whole religion in this book while world building something beautiful and terrifying.

And throughout it all you have pagans like this that feel like ancient poetry.

So take a breath. Enjoy some beautiful writing today. 🤎

05/13/2026

It was Mother’s Day weekend and I wanted to prototype a new bag idea. But moms know… you can’t pull out the sewing machine without little hands wanting to help.

I could’ve gotten annoyed. I could’ve waited until everybody went to sleep so I could do it “right.” But how often do your kids genuinely want to be part of what you’re doing? How often do they just want to sit beside you and create with you?

So the bag came out a little wonky. The stitching isn’t perfect. It took twice as long.

But one day they won’t ask to help anymore. And I have a feeling I won’t care about the crooked seams nearly as much as I’ll care about this memory.

05/05/2026

“When you get, give. When you learn, teach.” — Maya Angelou

This Teacher Appreciation Week, we’re honoring the ones who pour into others every single day. 🍎
Celebrate your favorite educators with our newest drops + a FREE Maya Angelou lesson plan (link in bio).

05/01/2026

Hey there! I'm sharing a free Maya Angelou lesson plan I created for educators looking to bring more meaningful voices into the classroom.
Includes discussion prompts, activities, and ways to engage students with her life, writing, and legacy.
Thought this group may appreciate it. Free here: https://trunobility.com/blogs/teaching-resources/maya-angelou-lesson

04/30/2026

The FREEDOM that has come with age and growth is priceless. Baddie to Bluey enthusiast. Who’da thunk it?

04/24/2026

Sooooo be honest. Did your month resonate or did you kinda wish you’d match with a different one?

04/23/2026

04/22/2026

You BETTER be kind to my friend. Or else.😡

(The friend is you. You understood that the friend in question was you, right?) m’kay

04/20/2026

I went to Stone Mountain yesterday and couldn’t shake a certain feeling.
It’s a beautiful place—but the history is heavy. Roads named after Confederate generals. A massive carving honoring evil traitorous human traffickers. It’s hard for me to ignore all that and enjoy a picnic.

And then to add insult, I remembered this mountain was stolen. Muscogee and Cherokee people hold that place sacred and someone just carved it into a symbol of eternal hatred, fenced it in, and charged admission. It’s Georgias biggest tourist attraction. Weird right?

But water still finds its way back.

I think there’s something in us that does the same. Or wants to.
Even though our history has been interrupted or reshaped, it’s not erased.
Sometimes that shows up as a quiet kind of melancholy. Standing in a place that feels sacred, but it’s covered in unholy symbols at the same time.
I wonder if other people feel that too.

A pull toward home.

For now my return isn’t physical, it’s internal. But one day, I’m finding my “home” home.