Published inZORA·Jul 9, 2020Member-onlyWhy I March With My ChildrenBringing my 13- and 15-year-olds to a Birmingham march was absolutely the right thing to do — With masks covering our faces, my daughters and I marched for justice in downtown Birmingham. On Juneteenth. During a pandemic. Because my daughters need to know how to stand up for others and for themselves. Call: Black Lives Response: Matter! I signed up for a lifetime of discussions about race…George Floyd4 min readGeorge Floyd4 min read
Published inZORA·Dec 18, 2019Member-onlyRemembering My Mama at ChristmastimeHonoring our rituals is perhaps the best medicine for a broken heart — A few weeks before Christmas in 2002, lung cancer won, and I lost Mama. What remains are the memories I shared with her and all of the love she poured into me. The scent of collard greens, seasoned with smoked ham hocks, is enough to send me back to Thanksgiving…Death7 min readDeath7 min read
