Getting to There (Navel Gazing While Black)

Longevity of life force is not a part of my generational story. We leave early and bloody. Guns turned to temples swimming in despair, bodies bloated and found after days alone and unlooked after, hearts and brains stuttered and seized by arteries no longer able to carry their burden. Longevity of life is not our … Continue reading Getting to There (Navel Gazing While Black)

The Callout–For White Women Who Cry: Stop That Shit and Here’s How You Can

“Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.” ― Faraaz Kazi "When white women cry, everything stops." I wasn't the first to say this, but the words crystallize what it means in amerika when white women, anywhere and anytime shed tears. From a single salty drop to a full-blown red-nosed … Continue reading The Callout–For White Women Who Cry: Stop That Shit and Here’s How You Can

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion

Final thoughts, and an affirmation of radical self love.   I am a Black and Indigenous Womxn. I have been enslaved and colonized. All that has been stolen, all that has been murdered, all that has been snuffed out and destroyed flows in my blood, thrums in my bones. I have internalized all of that … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Conclusion

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

In this third segment of the story, some thoughts on forgiveness: The questions of forgiveness continue to bang around for answers within me. Who deserves forgiveness? Who desires it? What purpose does forgiveness serve? And who benefits from it?  The truth for me is this: My daughter needed me present (at least by video conference) … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 3

Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

Image Credit: Gaian Bird Last week I began telling the story of Ancestral Trauma as it has played out in my life as a Black Womxn in America. I continue the story here: One of my daughters has developed a practice of calling or emailing me every three to five years. This began about 10 … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers, Part 2

Even Monsters Need Flowers Part 1

  Trauma is a story most often told and framed through the lens of the victim. It is a narrative of a specific kind of pain that shatters and dissolves a human being into shadows and hauntings that cannot be exorcised, only mitigated through the daily and conscious choice to be whole. The infinite expression … Continue reading Even Monsters Need Flowers Part 1

What to Do If You “Don’t Know What to Do”

  I hear it every day. "I don't know what to do to help." "I don't wan' t to say/do the wrong thing." "I'm afraid to mess up." Too often these words are nothing more than an excuse to do nothing. They are a dose of paralytic fear that serves no one, least of all … Continue reading What to Do If You “Don’t Know What to Do”

Love Letters to My Grandchildren

  I discovered Instagram last year or so. I began using it as an alternative to Facebook and discovered that I had a lot more control over the appearance of toxic waste in my online feed. I keep Facebook out of necessity--it reaches the most people when getting the word out about events, causes, etc. … Continue reading Love Letters to My Grandchildren

Aspiring to Goodness

I posit that the behaviors of nice and good are not the same and we need to stop conflating the two conditions. Whereas, a nice person may appear to display qualities we associate with goodness, i.e. kindness, pleasant personality, courteousness, politeness, thoughtful, etc., whether or not they are actually a good person lies in their ethics. Goodness, in this instance, is about a deeper conviction, a virtue (a loaded word, but it fits), a core value of justice over propriety, a willingness to speak truth to power even when it is inconvenient or of personal cost...