What is the doing?
In the middle, (or are we at the beginning) of this new chapter in the ongoing domestic terrorism waged against people of color in America, I have a question: What … Continue reading
The Struggle Is Real
Deep friendships end, marriages die, and somehow life manages to go on. I am finding lately that despite knowing all the reasons why something ended- all the good reasons, I … Continue reading
The Long Hurt
When my long ago relatives feet touched the shore, weighed down by chains, back ripped up from the lash of the terrorist captain, malnourished from rations, raped and bloody, struggling … Continue reading
Come Together
Today I stood with white women on each side of me, locked arm in arm, as we blocked oncoming traffic, proclaiming “No justice, no peace!” and “What do we want? … Continue reading
Space
As I sit in this hipsteriffic micro-roastery and espresso bar, I notice I am the only person of color in here. This has become so normal in my experience, that … Continue reading