Have you ever sat down and realized - before acting - that you are acting in frustration/anger/etc and tried to grasp and guide that emotion rather than apologizing after the whirlwind?
It wasn't a planned or expected visit. Honestly, I hadn't expected to have to make room for it until much later in the year or early the next, but here I am in my office when I get the call. Maybe it was the 4th email, the 3rd DM, the 5th text message, but whichever … Continue reading When My Anger Visits Me
We are clay and water in the process of becoming who we will be and that, we will become who we are and be unafraid of that.
The fact is that people were beaten, jailed, and then some and with full permission from the state itself before we got the right for everyone to vote and black women got the worst of it not being able to vote until 1965. So when it came time to vote for state representatives this week, … Continue reading Voting in 2017
Over the course of many years, I've spent a lot of time quietly musing on the specific ways my blackness refuses to to accept grief, anger, and their ilk as they are; when it touches me, it often gets transformed somehow.
My response is a long memory.
While I understand that I have plenty to be angry about as a person who thinks about what is happening around them, I also have to allow myself to dance with joy when she offers her hand, whether the dance is long or short.