I grew up in mostly-white, predominantly-Christian, suburban, middle-class American communities. There, I was comfortably surrounded by well-meaning white people who by and large rejected the idea of racism…without having a fully developed understanding of what it was. We addressed both race and racism by not addressing them, suggesting, perhaps unconsciously, that it was impolite, potentially hurtful, and arguably immoral to…
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Every time I sit down to write after an absence of more than a couple of weeks (and this time around, it’s been much, MUCH longer), I feel the need to explain where I’ve been. Why is that? I’ve been living my life just like you and the last person you talked to. I’ve been struggling with anxiety, planting gardens,…
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Maya Angelou famously said, “”You are only free when you realize you belong no place—you belong every place—no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.” As I celebrate another revolution around the sun, I contemplate where and with whom I belong.
There’s this magical spot on the wall in the entryway to my living room. It’s right near my worn out, comfy chair in the corner, the one where I love to meditate, read, write and scheme. When the sun is at a certain angle and the skies are clear (enough) the sunlight streams in through the small windows of my 1950s front door…
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Today I participated in the National Walk Out in Support of Dr. Blasey Ford & Deborah Ramirez. To be quite honest, I felt a little awkward about it. I was at home and didn’t have much to “walk out” of. But I did it nevertheless, getting up and walking out of my house with my sign in hand at 1:00…
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