I’m 35. Thirty. Five. I’m at the age where I honestly thought things would be different. Sometimes I still sit and reflect on the course of my life over the past three decades. Years ago I thought I’d be a social worker, living in my second home, with a wife, and a kid or two.…
New Year. But is it really? It’s feeling real 2020-ish. But whatever! This post is for men. Old men. Young men. If you identify as a dude, this is for you! It is a new month. A new week. A new day. Happy MLK Day to my people! Heck, it’s even a new year. Therefore…
Black bodies hanging from trees Black bodies burned alive Black bodies swallowed up in oceans Black bodies riddled with bullets Black blood pouring into the soil of the nation… Tonight my heart breaks. My heart breaks again. How many names am I forced to recite? How many days can I hear The Pledge of Allegiance…
On my desk sits a random rubber band. Tan in color. Nothing spectacular about it. Yet, when I see it–every single time I see it, it ministers to me. At the beginning of this year I had the privilege of hearing a college friend speak at an event. I don’t remember every single word. I…
Classically Black 