Because I am an activist. And because my Black Life Matters.

What saddens me the most about this week, is the number of White people I called 'friend' who have, both in word and deed, proven they are not 'friend's at all. And, before you say it, I didn't send Facebook requests to any of them. They all sent them to me. Every single one. And, … Continue reading Because I am an activist. And because my Black Life Matters.

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On the occasion of a broken heart

My sister chose to end an important relationship this week.  The reasons why are hers alone to claim, although I have my suspicions about what they may be.  My feelings on the subject are less than unimportant right now, though.  She's bereft, in deep emotional and spiritual pain, and I can't do anything at all … Continue reading On the occasion of a broken heart