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...
They laid him in my arms at six weeks old. My husband and I had a little less than three hours after saying yes...
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,...
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...
Moment of Truth, I don’t necessarily love comic book movies. Don’t get me wrong, I will watch Iron Man if prompted, and The Hulk...
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....
As a Black girl growing up in a predominantly Caucasian suburb, it was clear that I was different. None of my teachers or friends...
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...
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...
The third Monday of January, every year, is the commemorative celebration of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Growing up, the day has...
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...
For the past week, I have been glued to the television screen as Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson prepares to ascend to the highest court...
“I don’t like dark skin.” These are the exact words said about my 3-year-old black daughter by another child. This is a very personal...
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...
























