*Art by Jennylynd James It is the final week of this decade.I have been thinking about what it was like, 100 years ago, at the turn of such a decade.Hats.Swooshing dresses. Dancing.THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE.Women were allowed to vote for the first time.But not black...
This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences – tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in...
This image flooded social media yesterday. And with it, came a wave of, for the most part, opinion. It was pretty discouraging to watch unfold, and quite honestly, especially among Christians. So many terms were thrown out there: moral relativity, authority of...
// WHO AM I //
I am a Mother, a Wife, an Activist.
I am a Writer.
And in a time such as this,
as Cesar Chavez says,
“Art [should] disturb the comfortable,
and comfort the disturbed.”
