I don’t know about you but I’ve been working from home so long it’s become blurred with sheltering in place. I used to have this routine that involved doing my hair, putting on makeup, and getting completely dressed for work, heels, and all (I love a cute shoe). Now I dress from the waist up…
Christmas Time Is Here
Anyone who knows me, knows I love, love, love Christmas with a capital L.O.V.E. Maybe it’s the luminous lights, the smell of fresh pine, decorations, the kindness people show to one another, the feeling of hope that’s in the air, the music (oh, the music) and the possibility of snow. Whatever the reason, this is…
I See You
Last night as I watched her smile and listened to her speech I was overcome with emotion. It hit me like a strong wave in the ocean that there was a Black, Indian-American woman who entered the stage dancing to Mary J. Blije and graduated from the college my middle child currently attends who will…
Unexpected Blessings
Unexpected blessings are like little surprises! That’s how I’d like to describe November 2019 to now. From your hard work has finally paid off, business is booming, traveling for work, meeting new people, shedding unhealthy relationships, being invited to the table, to having everything shut down, struggling with depression, experiencing the anxiety, anger and unrest…
It’s Time For Gratitude
You know how you get a good deal on shoes, flower bouquets are two for one, or you have a great experience somewhere and can’t wait to call your girlfriends to tell them all about it so they can get a steal too? Well, that’s me today. It’s November, my birthday month (insert happy dance)…
Fannie Lou Hamer
In light of the continued and very intentional voter suppression taking place fifty-five years after the Voting Rights Act of 1965, it seems befitting to put the focus on the woman who played a pivotal role in this fight for justice. Fannie Lou Hamer entered the world, Fannie Lou Townsend, on October 6, 1917. She…
I Am Not Okay
Every struggle is different, even during a collective time of uncertainty, hate, illness, death, where anxiety is at an all-time high. Now more than ever, it needs to be okay to say, “I am NOT okay”. My first introduction to suicide was at the ripe old age of twelve. I was in seventh grade when…
Juneteenth
Long before I knew anything about Juneteenth, I knew Mrs. Peoples and Mrs. Green. Mrs. Green was my seventh-grade teacher at Beaumont middle school. A little woman who took no mess from nobody and would threaten to talk with your parents in a minute (because nine times out of ten she had a relationship with them) and students did not want their parents coming to the school. Back in the day, Mrs. Green was firm but loving. You knew she wasn’t going to let you get away with foolishness but you also knew she loved and wanted the best for you.
Well-Meaning White People
An Open Letter: Yes, the world needs love but we also need truth and this is both. Ever since the public lynching of George Floyd, people in Portland, like so many other cities across the nation, followed Minneapolis’ lead and took to the streets in protest against police brutality on Black people. Black Lives Matter…
Tired
“I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.” It can either be a call to action or a crippling fear of hopelessness. I woke up the other day feeling the warmth of the sun peeking through my bedroom blinds while a heavy cloud of defeat, and hopelessness sat on my shoulders. The protests, the…
