Sunning, sinning, and winning

how y'all doing?

The days pass by in a blur.

It’s already May, and I can’t figure out how we got here so fast. Wasn’t I just lying in bed waiting for midnight to hit on New Year’s Eve? How is it almost summer? I haven’t even really gotten into spring yet.

I currently have 61 tabs open in Chrome because the way my ADHD-addled brain is set up, I have to leave the tab open if I haven’t finished reading/referencing/drooling over/doing the thing in the open tab.

It’s been a crazy first half of 2025.

I know that sounds like things are going crazy, but that is not the case. I just have a lot going on — most of it good, and even the parts that aren’t so good are manageable and feel like little blips on my road to continued success.

The fact that I’m even able to look at it that way is a sign of tremendous growth on my part, so I’m going to count it as a win and move on with my life.

I’m a sinner

I’ve seen Sinners three times on IMAX since it came out, and I plan on continuing to go see it as many times as I can while it’s still in theaters.

Anyone who has seen it will tell you it is that good.

I have been thinking about the story, the actors, the visuals, the music, and the experience of taking all of it in every single day.

If I’m not randomly singing “Pick Poor Robin Clean,” I’m saying “I love the blues” the same way Sammie did when he started singing in that juke joint.

There is something magical about this film. The way I have been seeing Black people in community together discussing it, dissecting it, sharing thoughts about the imagery, the themes, the metaphors, the symbolism, and the allegories has filled my spirit in a way I haven’t felt from a cultural moment in a long time.

My friend Genetta and I were saying we couldn’t remember another Black movie that had everyone in a chokehold the way this one does.

It’s not just me going back and forth to the movies to see it repeatedly; it’s everyone.

My girl

Brooke Obie

has made it her entire personality. I asked her yesterday, and she said she has seen it 7 times so far. She has tickets to see it again when it gets re-released on IMAX next week. I’m jealous about those IMAX tickets. I aspire to see the movie as many time as she has, if not more.

Yes. it’s that good.

The last time I felt this inspired by Black art was when I saw the Mickalene Thomas “All About Love” exhibit at The Broad last year.

Creating Black art in all its forms is resistance. Always be creating.

I’m saying this to myself, too.

resting bitch face

I guess I haven’t shown my face in a while, so here we are.

Got a pixie cut, and my curls be popping. Oh, and I’m still blonde.

Additionally, I should have taken a picture of my nails last week when they were fresh, but they still cute, so here you go.

I’m drinking water. Eating Trader Joe’s snacks. Doing my journalism thing. Minding my business. Going to wine bars. Watching basketball. The Lakers let me down, but we still the champions.

What y’all got going on? What are you reading? What was the last good thing you ate?