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...
As a child of immigrants, the Fourth of July was just another day. I didn't start celebrating it until high school when my American...
The third Monday of January, every year, is the commemorative celebration of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Growing up, the day has...
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...
As moms, we all want our children to grow up not only smart, confident, and successful, but also kind, compassionate, and courageous. In a...
Election season is somewhat like a holiday for me, a long and visceral one, but a holiday nonetheless. I know not everyone feels this...
A few months ago I walked into Meijer with my youngest, MJ. She was comfortably nursing in my ring sling and I was focused...
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,...
About fifteen years ago, my grandpa wrote an e-mail to me, my siblings, and my cousins. He had recently learned how to scan pictures,...
As I walked through the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site, the energy on the grounds carried the weight of recent events that...
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...
This is the final post in a four-part series centered on listening to lived experiences with racism.
In the first three parts of this series,...
Yes, you heard me right, you are… biased (C’mon, what b-word did you think I was referring to?!) I am biased. You are biased....
I spend my Saturday afternoons with young ladies ages 12-14. Now before you sigh and ask if I am crazy, know that I volunteer...
























