"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
Abridged version of my pain: I have had a hard life. I won't sugarcoat it. If you're familiar with ACE scores, mine is 7. When I was 7, my parents divorced. When I was 10, my dad remarried. When I was in 7th grade, my dad called the cops on my mom, she was arrested... Continue Reading →
I was such a COVID denier at first. I remember a friend and colleague wearing a goofy sweater on March 17th. It's her "Last Day of School" sweater. I told her, "Oh please, I'll see you in a couple weeks." I really believed we would be back to business as usual after our spring break,... Continue Reading →
This post was written by Rachel Adkins who is a Black woman. Because I am a white woman with predominantly white readers in this platform, I asked Rachel if she would be willing to allow me to share her voice with you all as an attempt for me to "pass the mic" and amplify her... Continue Reading →
For those of you who subscribe to Netflix or see friends posting about race, you may know right away that this post is a direct reflection of my experience from watching Ava DuVernay's mini-series When They See Us, a retelling of the 1989 Central Park Jogger case from the perspective of the five once convicted, now... Continue Reading →
Last week, a black, female student brought in a pizza to class. When she walked in, I greeted her and said "Hi! It's good to see you. Pizza? I hope you saved a slice for me. But you know, it's probably going to be distracting to have a whole pizza in here- could you finish... Continue Reading →
This post has been brewing inside my mind and heart since Thursday morning when I awoke to the news of the murders of nine black individuals in a place of worship in Charleston. It is about faith, but it is also about race. What I want to say could be organized into twenty different blogs,... Continue Reading →
This weekend, I finished reading a good book. This book can also be seen as a good poem, based on the way it is written. Good? As in, makes you think. Speaks truth. Halts your relative acceptance that the world could be better and forces you to engage in the conversation and the practicing of, in fact, making the... Continue Reading →
Privilege is supposed to feel comfortable, but the more I become aware of what privilege may be, the more uncomfortable I feel. I picture myself in a comfortable outfit- most likely yoga pants and my loose fitting Estes Park sweatshirt, providing my physical body with relaxation, security, and ease. I don't have to think about... Continue Reading →
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