It’s Not Bragging if It’s True shares your personal journey of setting and achieving several goals in your life so far. Who is someone who inspired and inspires you to go after your dreams.

Someone who inspires me to go after my dreams is definitely Mae Jemison. Mae Jemison was an engineer and physician, who became the first African-American woman to travel to outer space in 1992 aboard the Space Shuttle Endeavour. When I was a little girl, my dad bought me a little kids book called Mae Among The Stars about her and I’ve been hooked ever since. I’ve always been impressed by how she pushed forward through massive amounts of adversity and kicked the doors down to rooms nobody wanted her in. And when she got there, she showed up and showed out! (get it?)… Okay, so maybe it is a dad joke. Show up and show out is the name of a chapter of It’s Not Bragging if It’s true.

In Words of Wonder from Z to A, you share 26 inspirational words, one for each of the 26 letters in the alphabet. Do you have a favorite word in the book, and what is its meaning to you?

My favorite word in the book is probably DREAM. I love that word because there’s a line that goes, “Dream is a little kid in front of that giant bookshelf in the living room looking with wonder at all those big colorful books” and that line was written straight from the heart because one of my most vivid childhood memories is standing in front of the seemingly gigantic bookshelf in my living room filled with all kinds of books from my parent’s hefty college textbooks, to books like Catch-22, and a Sidney Poitier’s autobiography. I definitely think that the sheer amount of books my family had just lying around and the diversity of those books definitely contributed to me being very well-read.

You have such a love for words, storytelling, and spelling, do you also love reading? What book helped you love reading?

Yes, I do love to read. I’ve actually read well over 1,000 books. Two books I vividly remember loving as a young girl are Under The Sunday tree by Eloise Greenfield and of course Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise. Those and of course anything that involved Paddington the Bear, although those books were more laughed through than read through.

You are truly a multi-talented powerhouse! Is there anything that you are afraid of trying?

ABSOLUTELY NOT! I would try just about anything except get within 100 feet of a spider web or within 1 mile of a snake. Other than that, I would do anything. I definitely want to one day participate in activities such as bungee jumping, ziplining, hangliding, cave exploring, etc.

What’s something about you that people might be surprised to learn?

I have noticed a lot of people are surprised about is my height. I guess because of my baby-ish voice, people think that I’m going to be like 4’9 or something. So there’s often a visceral reaction once they realize I am taller. I am a little over 5’8.

If you could invite any three people for dinner, who would you invite?

Just 3? Well, for sure I would invite Whitney Houston, my favorite singer, Mae Jemison, one of my sheroes, and Serena and Venus Williams (They come together as one person for the purposes of this article)

If It’s Not Bragging if It’s True is turned into a movie, who would you want to play you?

I would like either Saniyya Sidney or Demi Singleton to play me in a movie. They play Serena and Venus Williams in the movie King Richard, one of my favorite movies.

What was your biggest technical challenge with Standing in the Need of Prayer?

One of my biggest challenges was the price of gas. I drove to every bookstore I could find in Atlanta. Then I searched the internet. My online research was so intense that between the hours of 2 and 6 pm I became a virtual librarian. Typing away, searching for images of coats, hats, etc. for each time period was a challenge.  Most of the stories that I’ve worked on deal with one time period. Carole didn’t stick to the script. Standing in the Need of Prayer spans from the 1600s to present day. In my research, I was not only astonished, but mentally challenged by the Clotilda. This slave ship arrived in Mobile Bay in 1859 or 1860 in secrecy. It was hidden then burned to hide the evidence of her ship log, which was human cargo. The Clotilda arrived nearly 60 years after Congress passed the Act Prohibiting Importation of Slaves. This act took effected in 1808. Slave traders still had the audacity to continue importing humans into the life, then death, sentence of slavery.

What’s chilling is that I live one state away, just hours from this atrocity, in the state of Georgia. The transatlantic slave trade and the results of its atrocious greed was and still is devastating.  Here’s one point: I was watching a documentary about Pompeii the other day. I heard about their marvelous aqueducts. I learned they had the equivalent of what we would consider fast food restaurants, believe it or not. I saw their mansions, bathhouses, wine jugs.  I can even tell you about their graffiti. Scientists found out what the citizens of Pompeii were doing almost down to the last hour before the volcano exploded. Yet I know nothing about the day my ancestors were stolen, then sold from Africa. I wonder if it rained that day.

Greatest emotional challenge? 

When Rodney King went through his horrifying ordeal, the conversation throughout the barbershops and hair salons, quietly spoken in church, then spread amongst neighbors, neighborhoods, family and friends was, that’s just the one we saw. See, that kind of brutality is and has been going on unseen and unfilmed for years.  That being said, I can’t help to think we’re only looking at a fraction of the brutality during slavery.  I would bet you that all the horrific photos that we see now would only equate to maybe one day in one slave state town, out of the 400 years, 146,000 days — not including Juneteenth — of slavery. Mind you, there are no photos of the final results of Nat Turner’s Rebellion in 1831.

When I ran out of bookstores in Atlanta, I took a trip with my family to do more research. We went to New Orleans. I’ve been there numerous times. Until this book I never thought about ever going to see a plantation. This time I had to. We had to.

The African American man who was our bus driver/tour guide was cheerful, playful the whole ride going.

He told us some good places to eat, talked about the crocodiles, swamps. He told us he’ll laugh and joke with us now because the trip back will be different. I thought to myself, yeah, okay. When we drove by our first plantation house, he told us that it was used in a movie.  It was pushed so far back from the street we really didn’t get a chance to see it well. It seemed surreal. Not too far up the road was our stop. One by one we filed out of the bus. I don’t want to give away too much to anyone that may not have seen or been on the tour. I will say just two words: life changing.

It pulls, it tears, it hurts. These historical stories of injustice, hate, and cruelty are painful. I’m honestly attempting to do my minuscule fraction of a part to pay homage to the millions that couldn’t tell their own stories. On behalf of all African Americans that are the beneficiaries of what they endured, so we can be here today, is thank you enough? I’m speechless like the bus ride home from the plantation.

Does prayer work?

Yes

What can picture books do that an art gallery cannot?

Picture books, for me, are documenting society, a society that high end art galleries and museums overlook. Think about this: if it wasn’t for a painting, we wouldn’t know what George Washington looked like. If the constitution wasn’t written down…need I say more? Over the decades, what is considered priceless or of historical significance has its place. When that impression is captured either on film, paper, or canvas, it’s preserved in cherished monuments, such as museums or blue-chip galleries for generations of society to view, respect and appreciate, or it’s consumed by private collections never to be seen again in public.

The African American Diaspora. Living, loving, laughing with family friends. Everyday lifestyles. Black mothers and fathers with their sons and daughters. These are all absent from these sacred sanctuaries. I was at a museum last week and didn’t see the representation of one Black family until I exited through the gift shop. I bought a children’s book on the way out the door.

That’s what I love about picture books. This literary market allows the author and illustrator to represent their culture unfiltered and unadulterated. Yes, there are edits, but not to the culture. Black girls and boys can see themselves and dream through the powerful images portrayed in these mighty stories – images they most likely won’t see in the high art blue-chip art galleries, nor sadly their local museums for now, until they grow up and change that.  I thank the children’s publishing world for being the trailblazers in the arts. Their acknowledgment of not just my culture, but all cultures. They are unapologetically dope.

Who among the people depicted in this book would you most like to have met?

Duke Ellington. The Duke was self-taught, as I am. If I saw him on the busy, bustling, swinging, streets of Harlem in his day I’m sure we both would notice the fire and passion for our arts in our eyes. That burning sensation to enrich and enlighten the high-nosed folk that we are just as good, talented,  sharp, smart, witty and gifted by God as much or even more than any artist with that sheet of paper called a degree in our trades.  I feel like we would not have to speak. We’d just tilt the brim of our hats as we passed each other, though the static friction from that brief encounter would be enough to light up a block of streetlights. Yeah, man, you know what they say, real recognize real.