Category: african-american experience
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Blankie
Many moons ago, a work colleague nicknamed me “Blankie.” As she put it, my easygoing and gentle nature with others felt like a warm, cozy blanket wrapped around those I encountered. Over the years, I’ve come to recognize that I inherited that trait from my mother. Mom’s sweet spirit immediately put everyone at ease. Strangers…
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Look Again
Two years ago today, my sweet daddy gained his angel wings. He’s been front of mind and heart lately, especially with memories of that day. And, just as much, I’ve been thinking of him as the 47th POTUS unleashes more bullying and hate with Project 2025, exactly as promised. Dad called it eight years ago,…
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Less Is More
Last year did a number on me, y’all. More hate between Red and Blue. Deep hurt as a 92 percent Black woman who voted for the common good (because we’re completely – not selectively – honest about the country we love, too). Knowing that so many folks voted for rich people who are clearly self-serving,…
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Been Knew
Hey, 92% Crew. You okay? I know. While all the feels started well before November 5, the last couple of weeks have just been EXTRA. Like collective grief on steroids. The fact is: We’re deeply disappointed. Hurt. Ticked off. But not completely surprised. We been knew. As 92%ers, we’ve heard it all. Been called out…
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State of Emergency
This is not what I planned to write and post this month. I write about stretching and growing our minds and spirits. And my latest post – that kind of blog post – is sitting in my Drafts folder in WordPress, waiting for me to hit the Publish button. But that draft feels irrelevant today.…
