I will be on a panel on diversity in SF/F presented by the Friends of the Merril

The Friends of the Merril present a roundtable discussion on “Diversity in SF/F”, a wide-ranging roundtable about diversity in the Canadian and North American literary and speculative fiction field, inclusiveness, their various forms, and what works and what doesn’t.

The discussion will be moderated by Léonicka Valcius and panelists will include Charlotte Ashley, Leah Bobet, E.L. Chen, Malon Edwards, and Tonya Liburd.

The event will be held in the basement auditorium of the Lillian H. Smith Library at 239 College Street, on Saturday, Sept. 27th starting at 7 PM.

The event is free and all are welcome!



The bottom line is this: You write in order to change the world, knowing perfectly well that you probably can’t, but also knowing that literature is indispensable to the world. The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it…. If there is no moral question, there is no reason to write. I’m an old-fashioned writer and, despite the odds, I want to change the world. ” — James Baldwin, September 1979 interview with The New York Times


via Afro Futurist affair (@AfroFuturAffair):-
Critics generally don’t associate Black people with ideas. They see marginal people; they see just another story about Black folks. They regard the whole thing as sociologically interesting perhaps, but very parochial. There’s a notion out in the land that there are human beings one writes about, and then there are Black people or Indians or some other marginal group. If you write about the world from that point of view, somehow it is considered lesser. We are people, not aliens. We live, we love, and we die.”
— Toni Morrison (via blackcontemporaryart)


Waiting to order a large hot chocolate at McD’s.

Playing peek-a-boo with a little black girl in a pram. Her mom’s got a juicy figure, breasts that I’m jealous of, dressed in a red plaid dress and headwrap. Mom never noticed, she was so busy on the phone.

As she pushed the pram away, the little girl sat up to get one last look at me. Then mom noticed; she smiled at me, still on the phone, turning the pram around, trying to beeline it for a seat.

Made my evening.