The ruminations of an ex- colored woman
I have been reading and writing about race since I was a freshmen in college. It is the time when most if not all young adults ask the question, “Who am I?” Like Howard Thurman, I asked, “Who am I really?” It would set me on a path to understand why my human being was […]
Read MoreI’m going down. Praying hands up, I am sinking into despair though you would never know. Hands up, I volunteer for this and that and this. “Sure.” “Of course.” “No problem.” “Absolutely.” “Got it!” But I don’t. Emojis cover up a multitude of realities and truths. I’m not really smiling, laughing, excited or anxious to get started. I am tired, really tired of words like […]
Read MoreCan you feel that? The blood still running warm in your veins? Can you feel the blood draining from your face when you hear about another case of police brutality? His name is… was Jonathan Price. Shots fired while he was trying to break up a fight. Fired the police officer that was no peace officer that should not have […]
Read MoreHe told me, “I have something that can kill those weeds and you will have new growth in the spring.” He said, “I have it in my truck. That’s what we do.” He said, “I’ll go get it.” He never came back. I checked back an hour later and my pile of weeds remained untouched. […]
Read MoreI have been working in my yard all summer long. On September 28th, I will celebrate three years as a homeowner. Each year, I choose a home improvement project or two. This summer and in light of the pandemic, there have been several to pass along the time. I have repainted the kitchen and entryway, […]
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