Race hurts. It hurts because it attacks the essence of who we are and it gets personal. It talks about our appearance, who our parents are, where we live and how we behave. It either says that it is wrong and bad or that it is good and better; either way, it places us at […]
She carries combs and mirrors, bobby pins and safety pins, peppermints, lotion and hand sanitizer. She carries sewing kits and postage stamps, school and sports calendars. She carries teething rings, Tylenol and toddler toys. She carries stories and wisdom, Kleenexes and our secrets. She carries extra— bearing the weight of us all while anticipating what […]
It was Carter G. Woodson’s favorite poem and promises to be one of mine. Edgar A. Guest was born in Birmingham, England but moved with his family to Detroit, Michigan. He was known as the People’s Poet and is the author of “Equipment.” I look forward to sharing this truth with my son during our […]
We talk about race all the time. It is the thought that is on the forefront of our minds and the word that is on the tip of our tongues. When something bad happens, we say, “Race did it.” When something bad happens, we say, “Race did it.” According to our conversations and life’s aspirations, […]
“For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of yourself more highly than you ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.” ~ Romans 12.3, NRSV Race has two extremes when it comes to identity: […]