Under the Baobab Tree Writers' Workshop

Baobab Writers

In the late 90’s, I was a mid-20’s-aged aspiring writer (among other artistic interests).  Emphasis on aspiring. I had zero direction. No degree, no formal training, certainly no MFA.  I’d had a passion for writing going back years. I was a rapper and poet by late in middle school and into high school.  Most of what I wrote, outside of school and rapping around the way, ended up in the drawers and closet in my bedroom. A few of my poems saw the light of day, long enough for me to read to this girl or that girl over the telephone, a plus in courting; I was chubby, so to say.  I needed every advantage. In 12th grade, I joined a Black student organization. Creative expression became an important component of the group and we did a few readings. I did my best to get over my shyness, my reluctance to share what I was writing. I thought I was starting to come into my own creatively.  I started nursing dreams of making a career out of my creativity, or at least my strong proclivity towards the humanities. Read More

Four’easter (or Touring Baltimore in Heavy Snow)

First post of the year.  I didn’t mean to wait this long to post something here, but I kept waiting and waiting and here we are.  No particular reason. So, Happy New Year. Lots going on in my life, lots of changes, but I’m rolling with them.  And then some. And I’m still here.  Just as the fourth Nor’easter of the year hits. Read More

Editing Family

I went full-speed ahead with a yes when my sister asked me to look at her book-in-progress. Or, to say it more accurately, we did not ourselves settle on a specific word to describe what I would be doing. I figured I’d do what I usually do in these situations, some mix of proofreading, copy editing, line editing, and maybe rewriting a thing here or two (though at this stage, it was pointless, since she’ll be doing a lot of rewriting herself). It’s what I often do when I look at something for someone, depending on my relationship with the person, when we haven’t agreed upon exactly what I’m doing. Since it was my sister, I thought I’d try to just be as helpful as I could be. Read More