It is the third quarter of the school year and I am scarred. I look the same on the outside. What has happened to my soul is undetectable to the human eye, but I AM SCARRED. As a proud Black woman from the south, I have traditionally looked for scars on the exterior of myContinue reading “Invisible Scars”
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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”
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”
Village People
“You’ve been here a LOOOOONNNNGGG time, Auntie…” – my 7 year old niece And by “long time” she means that I’ve been in Orlando longer than 5 weeks. Of course, children her age have a skewed concept of time generally leading to hyperbolic expressions of events. Her tone was sweet and endearing as she describedContinue reading “Village People”
Bubble Trouble
The beginning of the new year is generally bubbly; literally and figuratively. Bubbles can be deceptively dangerous, distorting our perspective, limiting our impact, and diminishing our hope. Yes, cute, friendly bubbles. Bubbles look stunning from the outside. Their iridescent color captures the eye. Their ability to beautifully reflect exactly what is in front of them is impressive. This isContinue reading “Bubble Trouble”
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”
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”
Precious Predilections 