40 Days of Writing, Day 6: Do You Believe in Heaven?

*Consider this your warning that I’m going to be using a LOT of ambiguous language here.* This post was inspired by a talk I attended tonight by an ecologist who talked about his conflict between science and faith.  In the Q&A, I asked about his thoughts on the afterlife.  I guffawed in appreciation at his […]

40 Days of Writing, Day 5: The Education of White Folks

As a person of color in the United States, the issue of white supremacy – and its infiltration in every kind of  institution and system – remains quite clear to me.  The issues can be complex, certainly, but sometimes, incidents of racism occur and reveal simple and forgotten points about the danger people of color […]

40 Days of Writing: Day 1

My personal Lenten prayers and resolves live somewhere in my head and heart, but one thing I am sharing is my belief that Lent is a time of affirmation and growth. Is what you are doing bringing you closer to God?  That is the question for me this year.  All that I do, all that […]

Here’s my Feministe Question about Radical Childcare

I’ve been a reader of Feministe for a few years now.  It’s pretty much one of the few mainstream-ish blogs/sites that I pop my cyber head in for a check-in for women and gender news and updates. It’s not just the writers that provide news.  What I find more telling about the temperature of mainstream […]

Mental Health and Sunshine

I was recently in California and was taken to wine country.  From Ohio – where temperatures were in the teens and ice had sheathed the city of Cleveland – to this, a place of light, color, warmth, and flowing petals in the wind, I don’t know if I had smelled cleaner or sweeter air.  And […]

5th Annual State of the Self Address

This is my 5th annual state of the self, a speech I deliver once a year on the revelations and reflections of the past year.  Every year I have invited close friends and family to listen, but this year I decided on a much more private delivery: alone in a rocking chair with my son. […]