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 …

For Black People, Resilience Comes at the Cost of Wellness

There were tears, of course. Plenty of those. And in moments where memories were shared, there were smiles and laughter. But there were stony faces also. Strong faces. Faces that stood resolute in the face of a horrific reality. As we celebrated the homegoing of my cousin, Vickie Lee Jones, who was murdered October 24th …