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.
Dealing with my homegirl, Resistance.
Say. Her. Name.
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What this Pain Feels Like: Day 94
A two-ton elephant periodically sits on my chest. And with every other breath there is a remnant of heaviness that refuses to not announce itself on every exhale. "I'm here!" it shouts. Tempting me to tears or rage or whatever emotions are sitting right on the surface. Of course the more agitated I become, the …
On Forgiveness…again.
There’s certainly a pattern. Black person dies at the hand of white person. White person may or may not be held accountable. Black person’s family members announce that they have forgiven said white person. The majority of people oooh and ahhh. Tears are shed. Scriptures are quoted. Rinse and repeat. Yes, there’s definitely a pattern of black folks being praised for …
Blood Memory: When Story Finds its Way Back
I firmly believe that the ability to tell our stories is the beginning of managing our narratives. For me, I come from a long line of people who understand this at the soul level. Black and Indigenous people (and the myriad of smaller cultures that comprise these groups) have always had strong oral traditions. In …
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Yank it Up by the Root: Why American Christianity [As We Know It] Must Die
I love to garden. It’s my happy place. There’s something grounding about putting my hands in the soil—it can change my whole day for the better. There’s also something that emboldens my faith when I think about the trust it takes for me to put a seed down in April and expect a harvest in …
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A Singular Resistance
A shift in strategy.
HeARTtalk - Healing Through Art and Story 