The movie “Hidden Figures” took me on a roller coaster of emotions that I am not sure I’ve come down from. Many [many] years ago, I was a budding engineer interning at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, FL who later turned down an offer to work as a long term engineer there. At thatContinue reading “Unveiling Hidden Figures”
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The Blessings and Burdens of being Black
Originally posted on Precious Predilections:
A burden by definition is a load that is especially heavy for one to carry. A blessing, on the contrary, is a beneficial thing for which one is grateful. Is it feasible for someone to be grateful for a load that is especially heavy for them to carry? I submit…
The Suffering Saint
Recently, I have spent a lot of time thinking about suffering and my desire to avoid it at all costs. It sucks to suffer. End of story. January was laden with suffering and loss for a few of my friends; 3 funerals in 3 weeks to remember the lives of 2 fathers and 1 son.Continue reading “The Suffering Saint”
Brothers Forgive Me
This unsolicited request for forgiveness is long overdue. This cry for forgiveness is birthed out of a new revelation of the deep and damaging impact of mass incarceration on men of color; men of color like my brothers. The brothers that I grew apart from long before we grew up because in their youth theyContinue reading “Brothers Forgive Me”
Silence Doesn’t Feel Like Solidarity
Those that know me well know that I love truth more than I love comfort. This past week, the ugly truths of police brutality, implicit racial bias, and systemic oppression of black and brown people made many uncomfortable. In fact, many are still uncomfortable; particularly in the christian community. This past week has pushedContinue reading “Silence Doesn’t Feel Like Solidarity”
Am I Black?
“Am I Black?” This question has echoed in my mind since it was so loudly projected from the mouth of a little boy (approximately 5 years old) to his parents as he sat with them and watched a portion of a video about the middle passage at The Griot Museum of Black Historyin St. Louis,Continue reading “Am I Black?”
When the Healer Doesn’t Heal
Sometimes I use music to silence the ache of my heart, but there is no song loud enough to remedy the ache I feel when death comes incredibly close. Death always feels sudden and unexpected; sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t. In youth and old age, the heart ache is just the same. WhatContinue reading “When the Healer Doesn’t Heal”
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