White Privilege Systemic Eradication of the Other

I missed my trauma therapy appointment for the 3rd week in a row today and it’s showing through the cracks of my face, my hands, my mouth, my eyes, my voice… is cracking. My primary diagnosis nowadays is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and so I wondered that my experienced childhood trauma has been exceeded by…

The Shootings

Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me. The Depression ensued and it was terrible. Winter came and left. Spring came and left. Summer was…

Race Relations 101

My voice is silent today. I listen and I discern on the next right steps to take. I was in The Respect Institute of Georgia from Monday through yesterday. Graduation is today. Sitting in this place, then, I give you a poem by a favorite poet Laureate, Mary Oliver: After Her Death I am trying…

underwater filmica

Since the Presidential Elections, I’ve been in hiding. It feels as though I’ll be shot in the back or on my knees me watching the gun against my head go off and that’s all I have ever written, baby girl. To overcompensate (because I share¬†biomarking familial lineage of OCD), my step counting is near perfection….