Grateful for BBLM top be shortlisted for this prestigious honour.
Shortlist Announced for the 2026 William Saroyan International Prize for Writing https://t.co/3nNnAVUFas
We went from not trusting the red or blue squiggly underlines in word documents to copy and pasting whole paragraphs and essays off of ChatGPT.
We got so hollow so quickly...
Committed to supporting how they come into a holistic selfhood. They deserve to land softly. Deeply committed to every splash.
Thank you Seven Oaks School District in Winnipeg for bringing me back to my roots. Teaching the youth.
Committed to creating experiences that represent a truthfulness of and about Black youth. To creating space that includes their friendships and their contradictions and the ways they think about where they are now and also the ways they wrestle with the future, their future.
Most things are optional. You decide. What is important, worth time. Worth centering. Worth making art about. Or for. Worth celebrating. Or criticizing. Or both. Worth a conversation. Worth pushing that conversation forward. All choices about what to hold onto and what to let go.
Yup and they call it “grit” or “resilience” when they make it. They value it when it comes to post secondary. But what about all the ones that don’t make it that far?
In that direction is where I begin to gather clarity. Over and over again. Thank you Children’s Aid Society of Toronto for letting me hold hands. Towards that every month. Towards that on all the days. #BBLM
So often I hold onto finding clarity. Above almost all, clarity is what we’re ultimately looking for. Right? It’s more difficult to arrive there now that it has ever been in the past.
When where I’m trying to land is the same as folks whom I’m sharing a room with. I find alignment when we—us all in that metaphorical shared space—can hold hands and swim to the surface. Back towards where the light can be seen shimmering.