So I have finally arrived and dined in Detroit, gearing up for a fantabulous weekend with my fellow women of color bloggers. I have already met Blackamazon and No Snow Here and they are a trip – brilliant, easy-going, and so laid back. I think I’m going to like it here. (“Annie” reference, if you didn’t catch that)

My suite reminds me of college.

That and how I already had to make a midnight run to CVS for toilet paper, which was not provided.

I’ve already delved into a three hour conversation about WOC feminism, thrusting myself even further into the stratified layers of this complicated Movement. I listen. I absorb. Then, I reflect.

I don’t have much to write just yet, there’s much my brain is processing. What I can report is that so many of women I have just met give me a sense of hope. I have hope because they travel, skin and bone, in overheated cars and on rollerblades to discuss topics that we know we cannot fully comprehend or solve. It’s pretty incredible to meet the eyes that gave birth to the ideas I have steadily followed over a computer screen for several months.

Tomorrow the conference officially begins.

I feel like I’ve been here a lot longer than what I have. I mean that in the best way.

Viva Detroit!