HeARTtalk – Healing Through Art and Story
with Tracey Michae'l
I wrote this piece right after the Ferguson rebellion regarding faith and forgiveness. I'm re-sharing it because there seems to be a whole lot of "I'm sorry's" and "you should/shouldn't forgive" making the social media rounds these days. *** Do some deaths have a purpose? I have to believe they do. Even the senseless ones. Even …
So here we go… *again with the booming, echo-like, movie trailer voice* THE TOP 5 6 ARTICLES/ESSAYS/BLOGS I WROTE THIS YEAR (based on views/comments/stats) Setting the Narrative Free: Bill Cosby Is NOT Cliff Huxtable This piece got picked up and shared so many times, it might as well had been a hundred dollar bill. <-- …
For over a week now, I have been working on an essay that began as a harsh critique of celebrities’ lack of involvement in the #BlackLivesMatter and #ICantBreathe protests. The silence has been deafening. But in that time, a trickle of A-listers have started to emerge, like Jay Z and Beyoncé, Chris Rock, Dave Chappell, Samuel …
Continue reading "Dear Celebrities: The #BlackLivesMatter Movement Needs More of You to Step Up"
So I really wanted to go to DC or NYC for one of the marches for justice that were happening across the country this past weekend--had actually planned to go to DC all week long--but the kid was sick (fever, snot and such) and in a battle between my mommy-self and my activist-self, mommy usually …
Continue reading "People Say That I’m a Dreamer: My Journey to a Protest"
In the week since St. Louis County prosecutor Bob McCulloch’s announcement that a grand jury would not be indicting Darren Wilson for the murder of Michael Brown, activists have been trying to extend the movement beyond the front lines in Ferguson. Last Friday, there was the Black Out/Black Friday boycott, which asked individuals to not …
(originally published on MyBrownBaby.com) I drank too much that night. I was nineteen years old, hanging out with friends in my dorm, listening to music, playing spades and sipping for the first time on something I'd never heard of until then: MD 20/20. Yep, I was nineteen. And dumb. Not dumb as in unintelligent or …
Continue reading "It Could Have Been Me: When Stupidity Means Death and Other Fears of a Mother"
