So again, I find myself up against human nature – true, racism at this level of engagement is one that Continue reading
Essays written to appease the nagging suspicion that, in this country, one’s race will almost always matter.
And when he was born my grandmother must have had all the requisite dreams, holding my dad in her arms. Continue reading
Helping The Help: The Sliding Scale of Victimization.
It is Wednesday morning, my second work day of my four-day work week. I get to work at 10:18 Continue reading
I am one of those strong black women who liked the movie The Help. True, the stereotypes are there, obvious Continue reading