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...
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...
They laid him in my arms at six weeks old. My husband and I had a little less than three hours after saying yes...
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...
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 Black girl growing up in a predominantly Caucasian suburb, it was clear that I was different. None of my teachers or friends...
I have been going to the polls since I can remember. My parents voted before work and made a point of taking my brother...
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....
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...
The recognition of Juneteenth as a national holiday holds significant meaning for myself and my family, as it commemorates the emancipation of the last...
As I walked through the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historic Site, the energy on the grounds carried the weight of recent events that...
Election season is somewhat like a holiday for me, a long and visceral one, but a holiday nonetheless. I know not everyone feels this...
The third Monday of January, every year, is the commemorative celebration of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Growing up, the day has...
Ms. Dawn Whitehead was my first Black Woman teacher. She was also my first Black teacher and I didn't have her until I was...























