It is a beautiful Sunday morning in St. Louis.
The sun is streaming into my bedroom from the patio window, my coffee is a freshly made pour-over Sumatra in one of my favorite mugs. My husband is downstairs making his famous Sunday morning spreads. My older son is here visiting, nice to have him home.
It is a beautiful day.
I am sitting here thinking about tomorrow, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day as well as the Second Inauguration of President Barack Obama. I am watching my girl, Dr. Melissa Harris-Perry, discuss implications of the second term, and something struck me, the collective us.
The us with one voice, the us with everyday life, us with a mission and purpose beyond money, power, and control.
We believe that this term will have an even greater opportunity to broaden the landscape for everyone.
There is a chance to recognize each other as humans, as people with hopes and dreams, and reach beyond the barriers.
That is if we can reach around race, gender, class, orientation, age, origin, language, etc. and see that the people just need a voice.
A year ago, after a difficult summer, I made the choice to center my voice, myself, and not stay in the shadow of networks that stifled lif...
There is sometimes an immobilizing grip that fear can have on a soul, rendering it near impossible to move past it. It is powerful, even th...
Black Girls Must Die Exhausted is not only the title of Jayne Allen's 2018 debut novel in a trilogy, it is a phrase that we, Black women...