Sometimes to be whole, one must break. For me it was February 1, 2023. However, upon reflection, the senseless pain of others, past, present, and future, like the lash of a whip, had always cut deep into my soul. That February date simply marked the tipping point of exhaustion from watching the oppressed wearing the face of the oppressor. Leading up to that day my soul could not rest. I kept seeing overseers and slave drivers. I heard the howling of dogs, across centuries.  M

As I walked the streets of Paris, I exhaled fear, trauma, and anxiety. I inhaled the courage and wisdom of Josephine Baker, Nina Simone,...

As I looked out the window, sipping my morning tea, I didn’t know that this would be the day I’d lose my way to find so much more than...

I cannot tell a lie, since learning the current regime running the United States would take control of all three branches of government,...

One of the many gifts of aging is how young we still feel, until the mirror, news, or an aching knee reminds us otherwise. Sometimes I...

"I’m not boycotting; I’m making choices." What happens when you stop feeding the systems that drain you? This isn’t just about politics or consumption. It’s about confronting a nation built on exploitation, and choosing a different pathone grounded in values, rest, imagination, and liberation. We are not powerless. But we must wake up. We must rest. We must choose, on purpose. What are you still doing that no longer serves you?

Screenshot of the final step to delete the account Today I deleted my Facebook, Instagram, and Threads. Not deactivated, deleted. The...

In Ghana, there's a concept known as "Sankofa." Loosely translated, it means that it's okay to go back and gather knowledge from the past...

On my journey these past months I became fascinated by trees. Did you know there are trees that are thousands of years old that still...

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I received my first troll. I was on my way to teach my class, I wasn't prepared. How can someone use the cloak of anonymity that the...

As the season change, and we enter a new year, it is common to reflect on the past and plan for the future. The significance of this...