
A Moment of Reflection
Beloved Sisters,
As we navigate this peculiar intersection of history—tomorrow's inauguration alongside the celebration of MLK Jr.—I feel compelled to reflect on the years between 1955 and 2025. The journey from Montgomery to this present moment isn't a straight line. Instead, it's a spiral staircase we've climbed together. At times we stumble, yet we always rise.
In 2017, as pink hats flooded the streets, I found myself in a hospital gown. My body, seemingly healthy and vibrant—a yoga-doing, kombucha-drinking vessel—was losing its breath. Before "I can’t breathe" became a rallying cry, my lungs were already burdened by an impending weight. Doctors told me nothing was wrong physically, but my spirit knew differently. GAD (General Anxiety Disorder) became my unwanted companion, a diagnosis that finally captured the turmoil my body had been expressing through panic attacks.
The Inauguration's Shadow
From the TV room of a mental health facility, I watched the 2017 inauguration. It was not out of choice but circumstance. Witnessing sisters choose comfort over progress and familiar pain over uncertain hope took my breath away. Now, cycles later, we watch similar choices unfold around Kamala Harris. For some, repeating history's hardships is easier than facing the unknown. For them, it wasn't that bad at all.
But sisters, let me share a story about Miss Dee. At 82, she joined us at an event called "Sis, I Was You." Her voice rang clear as she expressed her hope for young people—to organize and create gathering spaces. I was proud to share our vision of the Sisterhood Sit-In and Digital Kitchen. Her eyes sparkled with understanding. She recognized the connection between the struggles of the past and the innovations of today, from lunch counters to laptop screens.
Reconnecting with Our Roots
The blueprint for our future exists, even if it wasn't in our public school history books. Somewhere between KRS-One speaking truth and Biggie flexing Gucci socks, we have lost sight of the raised fists that paved the way. But look at us now! We are creating digital spaces, coding new gathering places, and transforming personal struggles—like my battle with agoraphobia—into avenues for innovation.
Despite the storms of 2024—breaking my ankle, grieving the loss of my father, and navigating the emotional landscape of my grandfather's passing two days before Christmas, as well as the painful severing of ties with my blood sister—I held onto you. Our digital sisterhood became my lifeline, demonstrating that sacred spaces often transcend physical walls.
The Power of Sisterhood
🎵 NEW RELEASE: "Kitchen Table Tactics" - A poem to you, sister!

Join Us: Digital Kitchen Premiere
Tuesday, 7 PM EST
Special Kitchen Blessing by Bree Nachelle
Featuring DaVonna May of It Girl GPT
Sisters, we have an incredible lineup of guests who will remind us of the importance of our gathering now more than ever. As layoffs rise and physical spaces close, we are building our own tables and coding our own futures.
Because here's what I know for certain: Sisterhood was, is, and always will be our future. From lunch counters to launch codes, from Montgomery to the metaverse—we carry each other forward.
Moving Forward Together
In Digital Sisterhood,
Minista Jazz
P.S. As MLK Jr. said, "We cannot walk alone." We musn't 'sit' alone, either.
In 2025, we type together, code together, and build together. Register now to be part of our live audience. Let’s make history together!
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