Ladies, while growing up and expected to be "the weaker sex" , at what point did you feel strong and what made you feel that way? I'm paraphrasing but, that was the question that author, college professor and fellow blogger Rebecca Hains asked her readers recently on her Facebook page. After giving it some thought I discovered that this is a harder question to answer than I thought it should be, but I couldn't figure out why. Why couldn't I think of when I felt that it was okay to be strong or that moment that made me feel strong?
In 1998 I was living in a tiny little town that had little to no black men. Approximately 20 miles south of our town was the new ARMY base that had a large population of African American soldiers.Anyway not to get off track. I met a very handsome black man and he and I bonded instantly. There were down falls to all this, he was married, was only going to be stationed here for a short time, had children of which he was determined would keep him from divorcing or leaving them until they were old enough to understand....more
According to government statistics, Indigenous women are five times to seven times more likely than other women to die as the result of violence. The Native Women's Association of Canada has documented more than 580 cases of missing and murdered Indigenous women in Canada, most within the last three decades. Because of gaps in police and government reporting, the actual numbers may be much higher....more
Actress Lupita Nyong’o Everyone’s talking about her. You know who I mean … yes, it’s Lupita Nyong’o, who recently won a Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by a Female Actor in a Supporting Role in the film: “12 Years a Slave”....more
I'm constantly telling my twins, "look, when you give something away, it's no longer yours. It belongs to the person you gave it to, and you should be happy you were able to make them so happy." Sharing is a big deal in this house, and it's hard. I get it. You don't want to give away what you think is yours. And when I make them share, it's as if this big unfair, stupid hand is forcing them to do what they least want to do. Then they're supposed to be happy about it....more
Blue and I saw 12 Years a Slave as soon as it was released in Atlanta.
The film was stunning.
We dined afterward and talked for hours about the the movie and the myriad topics it inspired: slavery, racism, privilege, wealth, the power of story, literacy, critical literacy and public schooling. We discussed the stories that get told or lost. We noted, with a healthy dose of cynicism, who “history” deems worthy of remembrance.
When they walked in the door, I was struck with how they could seem so small and yet so scary all at once. They got off the van and swaggered in, all attitude and disaffected disdain, hoodies and hats pulled down low over their suspicious eyes. They were everything the movies would portray a gang member to be: young. Black. Male. And allegedly mean.Suddenly my little power point presentation seemed so stupid.I thought, Oh, crap. What did I get myself into?...more
Ageism is alive and well. It's one of those isms that isn't often talked about unless you are currently within its grasp. Like disease, it plagues those most venerable among us - the young and the old....more