Brushes with Blackness – Feminist or Womanist?
Third in series in how Black lives and Black culture colored my Whiteness. I came of age during the Second …
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Brushes with Blackness: Best Friends and Bullies
As a child I was completely color blind. I know today people would say that was unlikely. Or even problematic. …
Brushes with Blackness, 1
All of us who are white in America were born into a country steeped in racism. Even for those of …
“What I Regret Most, Failures of Kindness” – Graduation Speech Goes Viral
With graduation season upon us, I thought I’d re-share the most inspiring graduation speech I ever read. One by the …
Poetry in the Time of Corona
Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across …
“Love is a Language Few Practice, But All Speak”
Unreast in Baton Rouge By Traci K. Smith after the photo by Jonathan Bachman Our …
La Gitana, My Larger Self
When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …
My Wild Child, My Son, “Rider on the Storm”
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
Finding Our Place in the Family of Things
I often turn to the poetry of Mary Oliver when seeking solace, when trying to negotiate a path through the …
Welcome Reminders from “The Writer’s Life.” Thank You, Annie
I’m finding it harder to blog these days, harder to paint, to play piano, to clean house, to do most …
