Do you remember that children’s book, Are You My Mother? It’s where a bird goes around asking a kitten, a cow, a dog and others if they are its mother.
I feel like I’m that little bird when it comes to the spate of black men being killed. With each Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Trayvon Martin or Amadou Diallo, I’m asking: Are you my Emmett Till?
Protests in New York City after the grand jury decided not to issue an indictment
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How do you guys feel about book clubs? I’ve never really belonged to one, well at least not beyond reading the first book. Since moving to Portland, I’ve been checking out different groups to meet people to build up my tribe.
It’s important for me to have a tribe, a group of good friends who are there for you, are honest with you, even if it’ll make you mad, and really just love you unconditionally. My friend Patti mentioned she was going to ask her … Read more ...
It’s interesting being a parent of biracial children in that like with most things with motherhood, I’m fumbling around in the dark.
Digging through my 5-year-old’s backpack, I ran across a worksheet on Martin Luther King, Jr. Curious, I asked him what he learned about King in school.
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He told me that white people used to not let brown people do things and King made a lot of white people mad because he was helping the brown people.
Hmmm. Well, kinda.
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Ya’ll know I’m not a political blogger. Of course I’ve got my opinion and all, and I even delve into race issues every so often. But I was given the opportunity to be one of the bloggers for an upcoming PBS documentary called Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America .
And I thought, meh, why not?
There’s plenty out in the blogosphere about Barack Obama not doing anything during his four years, and there’s also tons of chatter about … Read more ...
It’s days later and I am still finding dirt. It’s behind my ears, under my nails and in other crevasses you don’t want to hear about.
Me and my girls finished the Pretty Muddy race. It was a fabulous 5K with about 10 obstacle courses on beautiful farmland in Chicago’s far south suburbs. The morning festivities started off at my house,
Before the Pretty Muddy race.
where three of us piled into my friend’s new Honda Pilot. (Her husband was adamant that he was … Read more ...