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To My Own People
I keep seeing posts on social media that read something like this: “I would rather offend my white friends than bury my black friends.” And I whole-heartedly agree. I would rather blast my white friends and family with witty zingers and angry tweets than bury a single one of my black friends – heck, even…
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Other Creators
Oh hey. Maybe you noticed – it’s been a little rough going lately. I wrote a whole frustrated post about how my friends who are people of color and/or high empathy are exhausted because you keep asking them questions and starting social media battles, the bottom line of which was “could you please just go…
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Lord, Hear Our Prayer
Lord, hear our prayer. For days, I’ve been whispering those words over and over. When my white friend doesn’t listen before she speaks, Lord, hear our prayer. When my black friend is exhausted to the point of tears, Lord, hear our prayer. When my Asian friend is spit on and shoved, Lord, hear our prayer.…
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Quarantine Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, a few creatures were stirring, because it was dang hot inside. Last week, my friends and I celebrated Quarantine Christmas. It was such a success that I decided to share it with you, in case you wanted to have a QC of your own. I…
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Roots and Wings
If you know me, you know that I am a learner. I like to gather information, pick up new skills, broaden my horizons, read a lot of books, and meet a wide variety of people. (I didn’t say a LOT of people. I am an introvert, after all.) All of this learning means that I…
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Losing the Meaning
Did you know that if you surgically separate your amygdala from the rest of your brain (your amygdala is where your emotions come from) your experiences stop holding any meaning? Like if you separated my amygdala from my brain, I could walk up to you and have a conversation about death and tell you you’re…