Annually I ask for a word for my New Year, usually on New Year's Day. I follow this prompt from Abbey of the Arts: “give me a word” we ask – something to nourish me, challenge me, a word I can wrestle with and grow into. The word which chooses us has the potential to transform … Continue reading My word for New Year 2020
There are so many questions that have come to me after my parents and their generation have crossed over, especially questions about their parents and grandparents. I wish I'd thought of those questions when I had the opportunity to ask. Now during the holiday season, you might have a chance to ask some of these … Continue reading What I wish I had asked my relatives while they were alive: 4 types of questions
Even though I typically feel some sadness or melancholy around my birthday, that feeling caught me unprepared this morning. After all, it's a clear-blue-sky sunny day after a night of thunderstorms. Everything feels clearer, sharper. More alive. Except me. It's my birthday week. A reminder that I'm aging quickly, that life has gotten harder in … Continue reading Do you ever feel sad around your birthday? I do.
Even if we aren't conscious of these traumaversaries, they have an impact on us. Because—on some level—we remember the pain and connect it with that time of year.
Do we pre-judge each other by our names? Yes, we do. Or at least I do. As a new topic in this blog series as I look at my own racial prejudices (my pre-judging), I've been considering names. Does my racism start when I learn someone's name? What if I were the person who does … Continue reading Considering My Own Racism: What’s in a name?
I think there was an unwritten rule: Do business with people of your own race.
I never wondered who these enslaved people were and what their lives were like. They were just a part of the church and community history, like the fingerprints in the church bricks.