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.

Say. Her. Name.

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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 …

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 …