Dealing with my homegirl, Resistance.

Resistance, for me, feels like a wall in my brain. It feels like an impasse. I physically feel the tension and pressure in my brows and neck. I also feel my thighs tighten and a weird sensation in my stomach.

#DontforgetMcKinney – The Not-So-Special Case of a Black Girl in Suburbia (Guest Post)

By Shara D. Taylor I hated middle school. Most of my teachers hated me. Let me count the ways. I was called a disgrace to my race by a music teacher. I was told I'd become a drug-dealing jailbird by another music teacher. That lady was a former narcotics agent who probably shouldn’t have had …

How Fast Do YOU Climb Your Mountains? Are We Missing What it Means to Grow?

I’ve recently begun walking. LOL! I just realized how that sounds. Let me start over. I’ve recently begun walking...for exercise. Sometimes it’s around my block. Other times, it’s on the treadmill. My walking time is also a time for devotion. I chat with Jesus. He tells me things. Mostly that He loves me and everything …