Heru who?

I grew up in a Southern, Baptist Church. Every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday you could find me devoting some time to worshiping God. I never “caught the spirit” but I watched my mother, grandmother, and great grandmother (three generations of strong women) lay their problems on an alter and somehow things would work themselves …

Subtle Racism

Yes, it exists. It is uttered from the lips of every non-black that claims that they don’t see color. It is written in the contracts, applications, and forms we fill out that ask us to identify with labels of race. It is tasted in the bitter salty tears of a child that finally realizes life …

The Burden of Change

Happy Summer Solstice. Here I am, yet again, trying to get my shit together. But Things aren't as bad off as they were before. I've actually made a lot of progress since I last posted for the full moon. Progress, of course, is a slow process. Speaking of progress, let me make a not so …