Why is this letter behind a paywall? Well, I give so much away for free. And these days, the only things held sacred are the digital items we quickly forgot about paying for. So, why not add this one into the mix?
(Also, knowing fewer people have access to the full piece helps me get more vulnerable.)
Letter From African America (July 2025)
Dear readers,
Since the COVID pandemic began I’ve had this growing frustration with the parallel universe in which it didn’t. I’d like to believe that I’ve reached the acceptance phase, but it’s still annoying how crisply I can still see that other path.
June was mostly spent catching up on things. Routines were re-established. Boring tasks were checked off. The small joys of adulthood were given a large embrace.
Then, some tragedy was thrown into the mix. Routines were pushed back. A pile of new things to catch up on emerged. And I was reminded of how miraculous and fragile our existence on this planet is.
There’s a clarity that emerges during a tough time. The simple things become grand as the cold truth we find such intricate ways of ignoring approaches with a smile.
A few days ago, I told a friend that such moments are the true test of a comedian. We’ve all crossed that strange bridge between sorrow and joy. While dealing with something depressing off stage, we morph into a clown for an audience. It’s a mixed radio frequency—somewhere between the saddest country song you’ve ever heard and Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl.”
So, yeah, that was my head space during the first installment of RAD COMEDY—the new weekly standup showcase I host with Emily Wirth!
How’s that for a mixed frequency?
That being said, I did some fun things in June —
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Letters From African America to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.