And so, for those of y’all who don’t regularly read this blog, I’d thought I’d introduce you to the real me.:-)
There’s an organization called Envaya that seeks to connect folks living throughout the “Third World” with a creative and original use of the World Wide Web.
In the same way I fought for happiness for myself, I fought against forgiveness of my father.
I’d been defensive about how fundamentalist Christians criticized my feminist/womanist beliefs and made assumptions about my approach to spirituality, but at the same time, I’d been condescending toward my country grandma’s spirituality.
There have been several cases in the past few years of Black men who were convicted and sentenced to death based upon eyewitness testimony, only to have DNA evidence exonerate them.
I’m telling you that you really haven’t lived–or thought or philosophized–until you have seen the WHOLE speech Dr. King gave that day in Washington.
Dear Y’all: I wrote this (scroll below) today in sadness and outrage over the latest Kanye West video, “Monster,” which features lynched Black and White women. I saw the video last night. If you would like to see the video, here’s the link. I warn you, it is graphic and disturbing. [UPDATE: A friend of […]
I met Dean Young in August of 2003, when I was a fellow at the Bread Loaf Writers Conference. But if someone had told me that Dean Young had a defective heart, I would have sworn it was a joke. His energy seemed boundless.
I was introduced by my mama to her music when I was five years old . I thought they were best friends, because my mama didn’t use a last name to refer to her. She was just “Aretha.” Enough said.
I’ve been meaning to have a podcast with Jake, ever since April, and haven’t gotten around to it, but when Jake sent me his poem that he had written on Herbert Lee, I knew I had to post it and asked his permission.