The ReWhiting of History
I wasn’t outraged at the shackles and chains on display as many would think; but of the way the narratives and accounts were written to still protect the abusers and minimize the victims and the crimes committed against them.
Being Courageous About Fear
“You can protect yourself from a thief by locking valuables away. You can protect yourself from physical harm by taking self defense classes. But there is absolutely no way to […]
I’m Coming Out!
Being born Black was my first and greatest blessing; fully embracing that blessing has been my greatest journey. December 14th, nineteen-none-of-your-business, I was born to two, “woke, Black-is-beautiful, I marched […]
Being Jay
Part 1 It is as if Beautiful was always there, a bud inside my soil; that blossomed when he first made love to me. That night, and the next day, […]
White Privilege: Martinis, Hoodies and the Luxury of Being Unaware
My son’s dentist’s office looks as if it were designed by one of those celebrated television interior designers: a professional mural that covers the entire office from carpet to ceiling […]
The Script. Are You Listening to Your Voice or Are You Following a Script?
You can control who you marry, the job you work, what you do until you die, and how your affairs are handled when you die. BUT You cannot control with […]
If This World Were Theirs: Parenting Black Boys From a Place of Fear
From the taxi’s window, as my boys and I sat on the tan, velvet-like covered rear-seat of a gray mini-van with “Luau Taxi” screen-printed on the side, the ocean looked […]
I’m Not Naive; I’m Just a Mother
Every day. Scratch that—every-fucking-day, I post a news story with essentially the same theme: In America, a Black person’s life is valued less than pig shit at a vegan conference. […]
The Question Was The Answer: How One Friend’s Question Helped Me After Terrence Crutcher’s Death
Yesterday, I prayed. Yesterday I dropped to my knees and rested my head on my clutched hands on the side of my bed, closed my eyes and prayed (just the way I used to before going to bed throughout my childhood).
Black, White & Blue: Time to get Honest
Though most of us are unaware, we who exercise or have ever exercised, have a treadmill style. There are those who stroll or jog at a slow, steady pace and […]