Friday, July 10, 2020


Black Women Come Together.

If we don’t want to feed the unhuman narrative of the “Overly Strong Black Woman” let’s start with simply tending to our own house. No one is saying don’t care; however, we are in a serious war with our nation and this battle gets more furious by the day. We are dying in the streets and hanging from trees. We must be about the needs of our community and people. Black lives mattering and staying alive must be our chief priority.

Black Fathers Cry in the Dark.

My father deeply feared getting a phone call that something had happened to one of his children. You see he would have gladly killed for us without any thought of consequence. One day he got that dreaded call. Thank God the call was not fatal, but his son has been assaulted by racists…he had been beaten. My father cried, he was afraid, his health did not allow him to jump on a plane. He didn’t want to eat, and he could not sleep. He was in unspeakable anguish from the depths of his soul…and as hurt and enraged as my mother was she was praying the sheer rage seething in my father’s chest would not cause him to have a heart attack or stroke. Some of us have listened to the wailing of black men in ways that have torn our soul into pieces. Some of us have sat with them as they broke down over the loss of their children…children they lost in numerous ways. Once they left that small space, they had to bottle it up, because outside of a few souls all consideration for grief reserved for the mother.

A Letter to My Sons.

This may be the first of many letters, as you are but little boys right now. Just know that no matter what this world tells you there is love here for you. You belong to a family, and a community that values everything you are. You are the legacy of strong, intelligent, loving, protective, wise black men. We will do all we can to raise you to live and survive. Along this road called like remember you, little black boys, are never alone. As my father once taught me, if you find yourself in a situation do what you can to make it home. There is nothing that you can’t bring home. We will put our heads together a figure out the best course of action. Your goal is always…to make it home son.

Self-Love Must become the Stronger Love.

During this time, we’ve spent quarantined many of us have had to come to terms with the truth that we are not loving self well. Many of us are seeing all the cracks in some relationships while the ground has completely fallen out of others. It is okay to mourn the loss of these relationships, but you must love yourself more than the pain you initially feel. For your peace, health and ability to move forward in a progressive space it is important for self-love to be your strongest love. All of those dear to you will benefit from you taking care of yourself.

Kindness Can Save a Life.

If you see someone suffering and you have the power to help, even if it’s small, why wouldn’t you? Your moment of kindness is seeing someone. Giving kindness could be the difference between someone committing suicide and living. It could also be the difference between someone deciding there is still hope for peace, and someone deciding maybe the world should burn. Consider kindness in the journey of understanding and re-claiming humanity.

Reopen: I’ll Just Stay Home.

There is a feeling of weakness in admitting this degree of fear. With that being said I also admit that this situation is not just going to disappear so there is wisdom in caution. Regardless of what this administration would like us to believe there is still a chance that we could very well be stuck at home again. Lord knows I hope that is not the case…yet numbers are on the rise yet again. Due to all the social unrest in the country it is very easy to get caught up and neglect to remember Covid-19 is till lurking. Do what is best for you, and your family just try to be safe doing it.  As for me, I will stay home for now. I will sit back and watch praying the worst doesn’t happen.

Tips for Parents and Homeschooling.

June 7, 2020 by  
Filed under Education, News, Opinion, Weekly Columns

The current time at home is already stressful enough with having to adjust to spending more time in your living room than in an office.  Your children are experiencing a similar shock; they cannot participate in school dances. They cannot talk with their friends during lunch about an upcoming test or the latest break up.  Education is important, but it is more important to make sure that your family is physically and mentally sane. Take care of home first. Then, take some time to participate in learning opportunities just to make sure they do not forget.  School teaches, but home can do the same.

An Education Change Is Gonna…Wait. It’s Here.

It is funny how Sam Cooke’s lyrics can apply to the current education system.  State and Federal education agencies do not want to collaborate.  Online education companies are knocking other companies’ down just for financial compensation.  Parents are running trying to find out ways to help their children keep the fire of knowledge lit in these despairing times.  It is possible for all of us to get over the bridge together and have policies in place that can help us operate long after Coronavirus has a cure.  The change is not coming. It is here. We need to figure out a plan before we are on our knees.

The 25%: Let the Rain Fall.

I always knew that Loose Ends was just talking about love and what happens when I get to difficult times. Then, I realized this song is about any aspect of life when I encounter hardships.  The song hits completely different when you can apply it to your life.  It is not something I am willing to admit, but I have no choice but to do so.

A Journal Can Save Your Life.

June 3, 2020 by  
Filed under News, Opinion, Weekly Columns

A text message conversation turned into an argument with one of my friends.  My blood pressure started to rise. My face felt hot and red.  I was ready to be done with this person.  I stopped texting them and went to my journal.  I wrote down how I felt and realized that the argument was actually my fault.  I gave myself 24 hours to figure out what I wanted to say. Afterward, I called the friend the next day to explain what I actually meant.  We discussed it and apologized to each other for our parts in the misunderstanding. At that moment, journaling saved an actual relationship.

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