So you wanna get to know me…
Several folks have said, “I’d love to join The MindHive Collective, but I don’t know you—and I need to.”
Fair enough.
So here’s a little bit about me.
• I’m a small blue dot living in the Deep South, just outside Atlanta, in a deep red district.
• I’ll be 55 this year. Yes, I’m Gen X… one of the original latch-key kids.
• I hold a PhD and a Master’s in Education, I’m a certified Instructional Designer, and I have a BFA in Graphic Design. I’ve recently applied to a JD program—because apparently I’m not done fighting.
• I taught at the University of Georgia for a few years, and during that time, I had the rare opportunity to partner with Walt Disney’s specialized education team. For over 15 years, we collaborated on educator content, corporate training, and learning games across multiple Disney divisions. That team was one of the most intelligent, innovative, fun groups I’ve ever worked with. They challenged me in ways that made me grow exponentially.
• I’ve been with my husband, an Air force Veteran, for 12 years. We’ve lived a purple life—he WAS a dyed-in-the-wool Republican all his life until January 6th. That day changed him. I’m mostly Democrat, but I’ve voted across party lines when principle called louder than party.
• No biological children, but I have a foster son who lives in Arizona. He’s grown now, and I love him like my own.
• I grew up in a deeply religious household—one of my grandfathers was a pastor. These days, I’m not part of organized religion, but I am spiritual, always.
• I’m patriotic. Fiercely. Like deep in my marrow red, white, and blue. I believe in democracy, justice, and freedom for all. And I will stand on those tenets until my last breath.
I’m multiracial and right now, I identify as Black. That hasn’t always been constant—like many of us who live between lines, my self-identification has shifted over time based on context, safety, and evolving truth. I am allowed to live in flux, whether folks like it or not.
And I chose my identity, no one chooses for me. My mom was White, with hazel eyes and freckles, from Jackson, MS. She was an Attorney (so was her father—my gramps) and later she became a licensed therapist. She was an amazing spitfire of a woman, my best friend and my Northstar, God rest her soul. My father is Black, of Jamaican-descent, He’s a retired dentist in Atlanta.
For safety reasons, I use a pseudonym. You should too.
The internet isn’t safe. This platform isn’t safe. The government isn’t safe. And if you’re paying attention, you already know that critics of what’s happening right now in the U.S. ARE BEING WATCHED.
So I go by Dr. Pru Lee—or just Pru. Sometimes Pru Pru if you’ve earned it.
I’m deeply introverted. Private by nature. I don’t want the spotlight. I didn’t come here to lead. I came to survive—and to hold the line for those who can’t.
I’m just a country girl who loves to laugh, garden, swim, cook, write poetry, go fishing, and dance barefoot when no one’s looking.
And all of that—all of that joy—feels under threat right now.
So I’m doing something that scares me.
I’m rising.
Even though I never wanted to.
Even though I miss my quiet, uneventful, beautiful little life.
This is who I am.
Take it or leave it.
But please don’t mistake my kind country girl nature for weakness.
Because I might be rightfully scared—but I damn sure will NOT back down.
I. WILL. HOLD. THE. LINE.
Even if I have to hold it alone.