I had a farm in Africa.

Well, not really. I wish. But I did have, for a brief and shining moment, a podcast called No Tea for the Fever. It was designed to “celebrate, elevate, and occasionally side-eye some of the world’s most captivating films by and about black women.” And for a whopping two (and a half?) episodes, it did just that.

It was harder than I thought, my background as a radio and “Web radio” producer notwithstanding. When I’d produced audio in the past, it was a paid and full-time job, one I did in concert (ba-dum-CHING!) with at least four other full-time staffers.

Producing the first Mahogany-themed episode as a one-woman band on top of my enervating day job was exhausting. The sound quality reminded me that my once mad audio skillz were rusty, something that no one who reached out to me after listening to it seemed to care about much. One listener, Loretta ‘Funky LB’ Brown, was so moved she even wrote a kick ass No Tea for the Fever theme song.

The second She’s Gotta Have It-themed episode was easier, but I still got teary listening to other podcast hosts thank the colleagues who helped them make that episode happen. One chirpy host thanked her husband, an engineer and a production manager by trade, for handling “all that other stuff so I can just gab into a microphone” and Yvie SMASH!

Then my knee started to ache all day, every day. I walk a LOT, so wear and tear plus a run of cheap shoes made necessary by expensive dental work — eh, I was due. After my primary care physician basically told me to put some ‘tussin on it, a couple of ligaments tore, just for giggles, one morning as I lugged a luscious and dark chocolate cake to work for Galentine’s Day. Hijinks and crutches ensued. The pain and rehab consumed me for seven months.

I’d recorded a crazy sexy cool convo about Daughters of the Dust right around the time my knee started to go Kanye. But even after those excruciating seven months ended, ice ages rose and fell…and still no third episode.

There were reasons, some of them day job related, another so major that a BFF  revealed it to me with a flourish worthy of Hercule Poirot. But more than anything, I was just reaching the end of decades of being able to solo on every damn thing.

So. Audio is definitely in my near future, albeit with more hands and more (any) money on deck. In the meantime, I love these No Tea for the Fever episodes and my two fiery and fabulous guests, lawyer turned actress Wendy Staton and filmmaker and novelist Nikki Harmon. Get your Mahogany and She’s Gotta Have It on and maybe you will too? Then keep your ears open for more.