It's Not New, It's Just New to You

Something about Michael Brown's shooting in Ferguson, Missouri, has struck a chord with white women bloggers because I sure have seen a lot of 'I can't believe how horrible racism is' posts as if this is the first time they've realized that racism can have fatal consequences....more
You're not wrong. I don't think that it is new to me, but it is definitely something I don't ...more

Hard Telling: Sorting Out International Adoption

It's interesting that, on the one hand, the U.S. government is tied in knots about children seeking refuge on our southern border and, on the other, is facilitating the adoption of thousands of children from dozens of countries by American families....more

The Limits of Our Experience: Understanding Depression and Suicide

A few days ago, some people had a suicide story. Now, everyone has one.If you never knew anyone who died by suicide before, not a single friend or relative, someone at work, down the block, you knew Robin Williams. Everybody knew Robin Williams....more

Never Too Late to Learn: Racism and Slavery in America

It occurs to me that the way to change people's attitudes is to tell them the truth.If people are never exposed to the truth, we can't blame them for not 'getting it' when we try to explain things like sexism and racism....more
For the longest time I have been saying we need to change the manner we teach Black history.  If ...more

Stop Whining and Start Writing!

Writer's block is a place where people who like sitting around in their Target bathrobes and fuzzy Hello Kitty slippers live while they talk about being bloggers or writers or whatever. It's an excuse for not delivering the goods, for being so beside oneself that nothing can be set down on paper.Writer's block makes me think of the old truism: 'can't means you don't want to.'...more

No Strings Attached

I felt sorry for her so I sent her $40. I didn't really have 40 extra dollars because I was only making $5.70 an hour then. Forty bucks represented nearly a whole day's work, several tanks of gas, a week's worth of groceries....more
This reminds me of a situation in my own life.  My granddaughter was diagnosed with a condition ...more

When Your Mother Dies

When your mother dies, you will take care of things. You'll call her friends on the phone and tell them one by one that their friend has died. You will listen as they nod and wait for them to tell you stories about her but they won't. They'll keep what they remember until later. Now is not the time, they think....more

Say What You See: Being Honest about Race

I started my professional life at 27 as a White girl in a Black anti-poverty agency called the Social Development Commission where the first day I was called out for shrinking back from a hug offered by an associate director who laughed at me and told me I didn't have anything to be afraid of. "It's okay, girl. We're not going to hurt you."...more

Time in a Bottle

That's my brother on the bed, being a new baby in the afternoon, the afternoon's sunlight softly sprayed across my parents' bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the camera. It's the light that she loves. It's just right. It is the summer of 1939....more

On Doing What's Normal When Things are Turning to Shit

Normal has an extraordinary glow of comfort when things are turning to shit. Normal is your mother's hand on your cheek. Normal is the blanket of your youth pulled up to your neck, your head deep in billowy pillows that only this morning seemed due for replacement. Normal is precious, rich, unique, a reward for suffering long or short....more