Full lips, round hips, black skin is where I begin, but not where I end. – Black woman. It’s July 2020 and suddenly America has awakened to a realization that Black lives should matter in these United States. Operative word should. Just a few days shy of July 4th and Breonna Taylor’s family along withContinue reading “Anti-Racist Checklist”
Category Archives: Social Justice
Lost that Loving Feeling
For the past ten days, each breath I’ve taken has felt triumphant and treacherous. In the same breath I would inhale hope and exhale despair. With as many breaths taken, I somehow still felt as if I was suffocating. A lingering heaviness remains in my chest, yet I persist in taking long, deep breaths ofContinue reading “Lost that Loving Feeling”
When privilege speaks
WE ARE HERE AGAIN. Another #unarmed Black man murdered under the guise of a citizen’s arrest. #AhmaudArbery and #SeanReed are the latest trending hashtags attempting to shine light on injustice. This time my anger feels different. I’m enraged. Maybe it’s because we’re here again. It’s more likely because I know that my voice is notContinue reading “When privilege speaks”
on the other side
Imagine what it’s like to be stuck in a reality that dismantles your family, presumes your guilt based on your God-given gear ( I’m talkin’ skin color), and leaves you with a thousand sleepless nights and I will tell you what it’s like to have a Black son, brother, husband, father or friend to undergoContinue reading “on the other side”
Neighboring Fear
How has fear become my neighbor? Close enough to be a predictor of behavior, yet distant enough for me to ignore when discomfort arises. Have you ever experienced a fear so great that it paralyzed you? A fear so magnificent that you felt powerless to respond and instead, you ran? I have. Two weeks agoContinue reading “Neighboring Fear”
Keep the Change
I see the depth of my humanity at the intersection of my darkest secrets and greatest hopes. At times I am secretly afraid and yet deeply hopeful. Teaching has unearthed a myriad of emotions. It has been a place where great joy and great need have collided. I believe I’ve needed the presence of studentsContinue reading “Keep the Change”
My Messy Beginning
Friend, Joy Becker, finishes this blog series sheer bravery. Her willingness to express where she is on this messy journey of privilege and racial reconciliation is authentic. I’ve been honored to collaborate and share the perspectives of Mika, Amy and Joy during the past four weeks. Perspectives unlike my own. I’ve grown. I pray thatContinue reading “My Messy Beginning”
Precious Predilections 