Show Him He Matters

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They laid him in my arms at six weeks old. My husband and I had a little less than three hours after saying yes...
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...
I am going to admit something, I was complicit in my views. I was a HUGE R. Kelly fan, as well as all of...
The recognition of Juneteenth as a national holiday holds significant meaning for myself and my family, as it commemorates the emancipation of the last...
Recently, The San Francisco 49ers quarterback came out and stated that he would no longer stand for the national anthem during 49ers games. He...
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 child of immigrants, the Fourth of July was just another day. I didn't start celebrating it until high school when my American...
As a Black girl growing up in a predominantly Caucasian suburb, it was clear that I was different. None of my teachers or friends...
A few months ago I walked into Meijer with my youngest, MJ. She was comfortably nursing in my ring sling and I was focused...
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,...
This is the second post in a four-part series centered on listening to lived experiences with racism. In part one of this series, we listened...
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...
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....

Let’s Talk About Race

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Trigger Warning: racism, maternal mortality Martin Luther King, Jr. was a Civil Rights hero. He is a modern-day legend, remembered for his messages of love,...

In + Around Indy

See Circle City: Creek Stomping Around Indianapolis

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Growing up in the late 1980s and 1990s, I loved playing in my local park's creek. That kind of unstructured play is something I...