Roy Ayers, the jazz legend, the man whose records are pillars of my formative years up until today, has passed away. And maybe it's fitting that I’m writing this at home feeling the rawness of a rainy evening in March, in the last fleeting grips of winter reminiscing on a musician who emanated warmt...

I’m not going to lie to you - I’ve been weighed down with a lot on my mind these days. I’m sure a lot of you are as well, given the state of affairs in this nation right now. Especially if you’re Black. You’ve got people getting fired for dumbassed reasons, plane crashes and other mishaps, people be...

This blog entry’s going to be short. It’s two days past Valentine’s Day, and a recent conversation with a dear friend I had put certain things into perspective about love and how we express it on different levels, and the limitations to it. The English language, as expansive as it is, has borrowed f...

Yes, we are now in the month of March, where spring begins its wary walk into our lives with temperatures that make you have more energy along with the sunlight. It is a snap reminder to breathe with intention, after February and Black History Month. March is also Women’s History Month in the United...

February 7th, to me, should be a global holiday. Because it is the day that two individuals, one in the heralded industrial heartland city of America in Detroit, Michigan and the other in the electric capital city of Japan, were born. James “J Dilla” Yancey and Jun “Nujabes” Seda. Two men who gave t...