The conversation rings in my ears long after we hang up. My daughter's principal asked us to return to her school after hours a...
As a sophomore in high school, I heard my name being called over the school-wide intercom. “Roleen Bell, please report to the library.” The...
I am an African-American teacher who loudly and proudly celebrates Black History Month. It brings me so much joy, yet so much anguish. Every...
Dear Stephen E. Beaven III (or as we call you, Trey),
You are by far the most beautiful and amazing baby boy I’ve ever met,...
As a Black girl growing up in a predominantly Caucasian suburb, it was clear that I was different. None of my teachers or friends...
"LOOK! LOOK! There’s a brown girl! Brown girls are disgusting! RUN!"
My daughter was oblivious to it all, me on the other hand, I was...
Recently a country artist was removed from his label after a clip went viral where he is heard using the "n word" at home...
Let me precede this blog by saying this is not a blog paying homage to Bill Cosby. Straight up, there it is: there's a...
As moms, we all want our children to grow up not only smart, confident, and successful, but also kind, compassionate, and courageous. In a...
February is Black History Month. This is a month that pays tribute to African American men and women from the past and the present...
Growing up, February was so important to my family because my our roots run deep. All of my grandmother's brothers served in the military...
My Family Is Transracial
I am a proud mom to two daughters, one is biological (6) and the second is adopted (1). There is a...
This is the first post in a four-part series centered on listening to lived experiences with racism.
We are living in a heavy, divided moment—one...
Let the...

























