What This Pain Feels Like: Day 87

It’s a vise grip. I try to breathe into it like they taught me but there is no release. In fact, it further denies me any respite by pulling my scalp tight over my eyes and then back again. My ears fill with air. It feels like my eyebrows are furrowed even though I just …


Academia, Love Me Back

This is why I do the work I do. Why I talk about the intersection of race and faith and culture and…and… This has to stop. In Academia and everywhere. Sending love and prayers to this brilliant student!



My name is Tiffany Martínez. As a McNair Fellow and student scholar, I’ve presented at national conferences in San Francisco, San Diego, and Miami. I have crafted a critical reflection piece that was published in a peer-reviewed journal managed by the Pell Institute for the Study of Higher Education and Council for Opportunity in Education. I have consistently juggled at least two jobs and maintained the status of a full-time student and Dean’s list recipient since my first year at Suffolk University. I have used this past summer to supervise a teen girls empower program and craft a thirty page intensive research project funded by the federal government. As a first generation college student, first generation U.S. citizen, and aspiring professor I have confronted a number of obstacles in order to earn every accomplishment and award I have accumulated. In the face of struggle, I have persevered and continuously produced…

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Sitting in Awe of My Transformation

This post by Alicia Crosby blessed my soul so much, I really had to share.


Chasing the Promise

Eyes heavy,
Spirit fed
So different

I think about my past
Passion, Fire, Prophetic Voice
Having no true north
Effective for the season but ungrounded

See children speak from sources passed onto them
Saying foolish, feeble things because secondhand, threadbare theology is what they put on
Now I see how ill-fitting those old garments were
Because He who provides is dressing me

Spirit of the Living God
My personal tailor
Lifting hems,
Dropping waists,
Adjusting the seams
So this clothing doubling as spiritual armor
Fits me

And let me tell you when it’s done
It will look good
Like Genesis good
After hovering over deep and birth of creation good
Like zenith that is woman called Havah good

God is rooting me near streams of water flowing from holy mountain spring
I am a young tree
Grafted into a grove with giants
Their trunks hold rings that speak to…

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