I tried blogging once. It turned into pictures pushed from Instagram and bad rants that belonged more in a journal than a blog. But I’ve decided that I owe it to myself and to the world to tell a better story than the one wrapped up in selfies and photos of Da Vinci, my cat. I identify as an activist. I believe that we all deserve the same rights. I believe that the world is far too big to worry about the little things make us different. Instead, I think the world could be a much smaller place if we focused on the things that have the power to bring us together. Each of us has a story to tell, and I’m inviting you to be part of my story.

So, why the blog title?

We were talking about racial privilege in a class and as part of a story, I was explaining how some historically-marginalized (minority) groups can sometimes “hide” to avoid prejudice and discrimination. No one should have to “hide” part of their identity, but I was explaining that even if I wanted to hide, I couldn’t because, well, my blackness does not wash off at night, and that I think defines how I see the juxtaposition privilege and prejudice. The response given to me by a classmate was that her whiteness also does not wash off at night, but that’s a story for a different day.

I hope that you find it thought provoking, informative and inspiring. My personal motto is to do as much as I can, for as many as I can, as often as I can. Hopefully this blog does that.