The system of racism…it’s not just the cops baby!

The suspicious death of Sandra Bland has been sitting with me for several days as the uncomfortable truth of just how fragile Black life is creeps into my soul. Lately, I find myself thinking that from cradle to death there are precious few, if any, spaces where Black people are seen simply as humans. Fellow […]

Seasons of discomfort and cycles of life

When my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer when I was 30, few of my peers in my inner circle at that time had experienced having a critically ill parent. When she died six weeks after my 31st birthday, the only other person in my peer group who had lost a parent was my husband, […]

When Racial Healthcare Disparities Become Personal: Part Two

“ Inspired by the healing ministry of Jesus Christ, we, Presence Health, a Catholic health system, provide compassionate, holistic care with a spirit of healing and hope in the communities we serve.” – Presence St. Joseph Hospital mission statement My father awoke on Tuesday, July 7, in excruciating pain and unable to get out of […]

A Dad’s Humanity…Fighting For Health and Humanity Part 1

Writing is how I process and make sense of the world. So even though I have just returned from the longest week of my life and, as many have suggested,  I should rest…well, the fact is that rest is simply not a priority for me. On my first day back home, the news of yet […]

When life gets real or off to tend to my dad

Long time readers of this space know that I lost my mom a number of years ago. I am down to one parent who stands between me becoming the family elder… a role that I am not ready for at this time. A couple of years ago, we thought we might lose my dad but […]

Lonely moments…musings from my own silo

In a time when it seems every day brings yet another story of just how how much work we still need to do on race relations, even I have a moment when I just need to step back. While this space has become primarily focused on race, there are times when I need to go […]

Feeling the economic legacy of racism or what we don’t talk about in polite company

Despite the fact that I am Black, I was born Black and I probably will be Black until the day that I die (can I do the Rachel Dolezal and identify as someone else?) and while I  understood since childhood that there were people who didn’t like Black people, it took a lot of years […]

The aftermath…are we ready to get real or will the circle jerk continue?

This might be one of the hardest pieces I have ever written. In this moment, words feel empty and meaningless as we grapple with nine beautiful souls losing their lives in sacred space. Words feel meaningless because we have been here before and most likely we will be here again. The older I grow, the […]

Black womanhood under attack…a wild week

“As Black people, if there is one thing we can learn from the 60s, it is how infinitely complex any move for liberation must be. For we must move against not only those forces which dehumanize us from the outside, but also against those oppressive values which we have been forced to take into ourselves. […]

The American Dream died…they forgot to send the memo

Coming from humble working class roots, it was instilled in me that my ticket to the good life was to be found in attending college and getting a good job. The kind of job that paid at least $50,000 a year and had good benefits.  I suspect many of us heard some version of this […]