The Emotional Impact of Words on Our Mental Health.
Most of the time, physical scars can heal, but the emotional impact of degrading and dehumanizing words can last for years.
You F’d Up. And You’re Still Perfect.
No matter what I’m experiencing, I love, forgive, and accept myself fully. Today, I remember that my imperfections are perfect.
I Choose My Daughter Over My Parents and Their God.
I love my parents, but I don't like them. I don't respect them. I don't trust them.This is not about anger. I am angry, but that is secondary.
Different Springs: The World Is a Maze. {poetry}
The world is a maze. There are only intersections when necessary, and the entrances, once entered, vanish.
A Call to End an Era of Injustice.
In blurring the lines between our privileges and our rights, we become complacent when we ought to hold ourselves and others accountable.
Why White People Will Never Fully Understand Racism.
White people can empathize with this terrifying reality. But we cannot be inside the lived reality that forms for a Black man when the police approach.
On Turning 35: Lines I’ve Never Seen.
I refuse to equate having cancer scraped off my face with lines on my chest. I refuse to buy into the idea that a breast pillow is as necessary as sunscreen.
Polly and Dolores: Ode to My Inbox.
Obviously, I chose the names for the alliteration. So imagine my stupefaction when I learned Polly means 'great sorrow', as does Dolores.
Collective Experience: Try Changing Your Point of View.
How many different perceptions can you include? How do others' feelings and the past impact the experience for all involved?
What Is Mine to Do: Documentary on Peaceful Support.
I asked, “What is mine to do?” Through my spiritual practice arose the idea of creating a documentary on what some were doing to support the end of racism.