The privilege of amnesia
I had this written as the privilege of history, but then I thought amnesia was more snarky and petty, and I am in a petty mood, so let’s go.
The privilege of space
I remember when I was little, before we would go out as a family, my mom would sit us down, all the children in the household, to have a few words with us. She would tell us “This is us going out. Stay quiet, be quiet…
The privilege of universality
Ok, time for a story. If like me, you are crazy about everything shoes, you may have heard about Louboutin, the brand. It’s a brand I like. The reason why I like this brand over all other high-end brands, is not…
The privilege of apathy, ignorance or obliviousness
When he was 5, my eldest son came back home telling me that one of the other children told him he was ugly because he was black. I will always remember that conversation, because while teaching my…
The privilege of individuality
The last few days have been interesting, to say the least. Confused, reeling, frazzled, hopeful, I have been going through all those feelings. Why, I am wondering, am I feeling so much from events that happening at…
Explaining Racism
The past few weeks have been complicated on a personal level, and the past days have been gut wrenching, to say the least.
I have struggled to put words on my feelings regarding everything that is going…