Thank you. Two of the best words ever put together. They attach to my heart and ride hard like a bachelorette on the Nashville Party Bus. The bus you have to pedal with your friends. Has anyone seen a Black woman on those yet? I do not judge, I observe…
I made a huge mistake in the world of tough phone call etiquette. I didn’t listen to understand; I listened at the expense of my own pain. It was a short conversation, but one I’ve had multiple times since the world watched George Floyd’s murder. Trying to listen, I was…
Do you remember Dukes of Hazzard? Those zany country boys, their hot cousin in booty shorts and wise ole Uncle Jessie? Well I loved the Dukes of Hazzard growing up and everyone black I knew did too. …
There’s a tradition in Yoruba where elders lay hands on you when you venture beyond the village.
Interviewing in Tennessee, I stepped forward to the security desk occupied by an older black man in full security regalia, I first noticed his hands; knotted into an unnatural position. I couldn’t help…
Get yourself a Kat.
She was a woman that made every task beautiful. And did it with grace; a difficult word to use as intended in our culture of immediacy, of get it done, but perfectly suited to her.
And I watched. The way she moved. The way she interacted…
The Governor’s office called in 2014 while I was completing my double masters and asked if I would serve as Trustee on the Board of Cuyahoga Community College (Tri-C) in Cleveland, Ohio. In that moment, I remembered. I remembered parts of my life like scenes from a movie but instead…
