Southern. Storyteller. Sociologist.


I grew up a black boy in the Country South—Mississippi. One of those places where things come one at a time, and slow. One school, one grocery store, one post office, one sacred belief in family, work, and the land. I grew up loving music and words. The music was late-90's Memphis rap: Crunchy Black, Gangsta Boo, La Chat, Playa Fly, Project Pat, Three Six. The words were whatever I could get my hands on. I read books and Jet Magazine. Tried poetry. Rapped. Told stories. Wrote what I knew, which meant I had to get good at using my imagination. Today, as the saying goes, the more things change, the more they have stayed the same. I am still growing up. I am still black boy and Country South. I still write what I know, which ain't much. Except, now I do it as a storyteller and scholar. I am formally trained in sociology, but I dabble in history, geography, and cultural studies. Oh, and I still bump old Memphis rap—yes, I’m going to do this—like it’s 1999. 

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