I absolutely, indubitably, matter-of-factly love being Black.
I love our history and our culture, and the way we converse- I love our inside jokes, and the rhythm of how we speak, I love hearing gossip while getting my hair braided, and listening to people play dominoes at summer cookouts.
And it is because I love these things, and because I love them so wholly, that I write.

Ultimately, I am infatuated by the question of what it means to truly be alive in the skin we’re in, how our experiences define us as human beings, and how each of us can go through our own worst nightmares and come back with a smile on our faces. I am amazed by the human ability to endure, and find joy in even the worst situations.

As a playwright, being able to create entirely black casts, work in community with other artists, and create pieces of work that I can be proud of are some of the main reasons why I write my plays. I use my plays as a way to explore the black community’s past, our present, and future through narrative. I write to celebrate who we are as black people, imagine what we could be, and sometimes mourn what we could have been.

I’m a believer at heart. Born in raised in Detroit, and raised around my ever-supportive family, one of the things I’ve always believed in is the fact that most things in this world are worth fighting for. And since I’m a bit too weak to clench my fists, and a bit too uncoordinated to pick up a sword, I’ve devoted my life to picking up a pen, instead. In my mind, the evolution and art of the written word is more powerful than any weapon on the planet– and as a playwright, I use my words to create life, art, and stories worth hearing.
But really, I'm just happy to be here.