As a Black Christian woman I have more anxiety on the Sunday or Monday following tragic events such as the #Charlottesville attack because the work of racial reconciliation is exhausting. The Sunday following Charlottesville (which happened to be less than 24 hours later), I remember being hopeful as I entered church that I would regainContinue reading “Miseducation of Privilege”
Tag Archives: Faith
How Do I Handle My White Privilege?
In this blog, Amy Seiffert shares her authentic perspective on privilege in a vulnerable way. Amy and I are participating in a collaborative blog series with other women where we will share our perspective on privilege and racial reconciliation. Our collective prayer is that as you journey with us your heart will be open to whatContinue reading “How Do I Handle My White Privilege?”
Unveiling Hidden Figures
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”
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”
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?”
Dichotomy of Thirst
I am humored that the term “thirsty” has taken on a negative narrative. I’m sure you know it…to be thirsty is to be desperate [for a man], so the new narrative goes. So, as a woman in my mid-thirties, I often want to avoid the topic of marriage and my future husband because in noContinue reading “Dichotomy of Thirst”