Over the past few weeks, many of you have probably noticed that things have been quieter than usual here. I wanted to take a moment to speak directly to you — not just as a writer or curator of history, but as a human being navigating something unexpected behind the scenes.
First, I owe you an apology. I had so much planned for Black History Month this year — articles researched, drafts written, stories ready to be shared. Black history has always been deeply important to me, not only as a subject to write about but as a living, breathing legacy that deserves to be honored far beyond the boundaries of February. My intention was to post consistently and create space for reflection, education, and celebration.
But life had other plans.
I’ve been in the hospital dealing with a serious health situation that required procedures, treatments, and more rest than I anticipated needing. Between managing pain, recovery, and simply trying to stay grounded, I haven’t been able to finish scheduling or publishing the content that was already waiting. The articles exist — they’re written with care and purpose — but I haven’t had the strength or clarity to sit down and finalize everything the way I normally would.
I want you to know that this pause was never about losing passion or stepping away from the work. If anything, being away from writing has reminded me how much this space means to me. Storytelling, especially through history, has always been a way for me to connect — to build bridges, to preserve voices, and to remind us that our stories matter.
Black history, after all, is not confined to a calendar month. It is year-round. It is layered into everyday life, culture, resilience, and creativity. So while February may have passed more quietly than I hoped, the content I prepared will still be shared. The stories deserve to be told, and I’m committed to releasing them in the weeks ahead as I continue healing.
Being in the hospital has also shifted my perspective in ways I didn’t expect. When you’re forced to slow down, you realize how much of life moves at a pace that doesn’t always allow space for vulnerability. This experience reminded me that rest is not failure, and pausing doesn’t erase purpose. Healing — whether physical, emotional, or spiritual — is part of the journey, even when it feels frustrating or isolating.
I’m incredibly grateful for those who have reached out with kindness, patience, and understanding. Even when I wasn’t posting, I felt the support. It’s a quiet reminder that community exists beyond algorithms and schedules.
As I recover, you’ll begin to see new and delayed pieces appear — including the Black History Month articles I was so excited to share. They may arrive later than intended, but they are no less meaningful. Thank you for continuing to walk this path with me, for reading, learning, and holding space for both history and humanity.
This is not a goodbye to the work — just a moment of transparency, a pause between chapters.
And soon, we continue.
— With gratitude and resilience
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Feel better yaz!
Wishing you a speedy recovery!
Hope you feel well soon, prayers for a complete healing and speedy recovery!!
Praying for healing 🙏🏾