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Knowing Her: Ruth E. George

As I pass by the memorial outside the SEO building, I offer a silent greeting to Ruth, wishing her a good morning or goodnight, knowing she can’t hear me but hoping somehow the sentiment reaches her.

A Moment of Transparency

My relationship with my mom is complicated, intricate, and I still show up when I am able. I don’t spend a lot of time talking about others household because my

Your mom called your name at home
Expecting you to reply
Forgetting that which came from her womb was away
I almost asked her when you were coming home
I caught myself daydreaming
A mirage of your essence lingers

Dad

Life came out today
In the worst way
Voice raised, daughter crying
Wife pleading
No heeding to anyone

Hit 100, wreckless, gone
Chest burning, on fire
Called by homie, got corrected
Sent text, got prayer

Ghana Bound

Ghana is my first identity trip of Africa. I look forward to being intimate with Africa. I can’t wait to feel, touch, taste, smell, see, hear, and experience my first voyage home.

Predominately White Institutions: A Danger Lurking for Black Students

Unfortunately there were no consequences for the young racist who sent the message. Typical slap on the wrist justice for such actions. He’ll carry this on to his children, his nieces, his nephews and the cycle will continue. Why? Because in all our humanity some people has lost the concept of what it means to love thy neighbor.

You Are Enough

I have spoken with several of you who have reached for the same heights in your career. Years of dedicated service, outstanding reviews, and leading with heart, integrity, diligence, and human skills, along with other building blocks of performance leadership were essential to this moment.

Heartbroken: The Curse of Music

There is hope for them; there should be respect for them, and there should be love for them and teaching them the right way.

Rise Simone, and Rest!

They will burn jerseys, spray a byword on your home
Throw your shoes in a bonfire, call you Benedict Arnold
Threaten your family, say you betrayed them
Don’t sweat them, it’s not your fault
Their lives are incomplete, broken, purposeless

Living While Black

The eerie feeling when a police officer pulls up behind you. He was behind me for about 6 blocks. I …

Where Did I Go Wrong?

My son Where did I go wrong What song didn’t I sing of love What gift didn’t I give from the heart What birthday did I miss What event didn’t I attend

Free flowing

African history was not a part of my upbringing. I was about survival. No different from any other African child …

A Posture of the Heart

I fasted recently. It’s a part of the Christian walk that I hadn’t embarked on seriously in quite sometime. Yet, …

I got Jordan’s but no internet: The Pride in Poverty

There is no judgment or ill intent towards anyone, it’s only a challenge for us all to re-evaluate what really matters.

The End of Possibility

I have never cared for most board meetings. If there is no willful intent to actively listen and address parental concerns regarding administrative changes then don’t open board meetings to the public. Parents were not heard and that corporate adage of “the board of directors knows what’s best” is arrogant.