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…