Saying goodbye to a year where, for much of it, we found ourselves restricted to only a few spaces, has me thinking about the ways place...

Not long ago our family visited the North Carolina state house and we meandered through an empty and majestic building. Wonder filled my...

This week the cops who killed Breonna Taylor were not held responsible and another call for justice went unanswered. I want to scream,...

My white friends, I am writing from a place of desperation, of sadness and of fear. My family – black husband, brown kids and white me –...

“N****r lover.” He said it as I was exiting the building and he – an older white man – was entering. I froze. My arms were full – an...

July 4th is complicated for my Kenyan, American, black, brown and white family. First, it’s my birthday and my kids seem to think...

Today our family celebrates freedom. We dance and sing because of emancipation for black enslaved people and to salute the autonomy of...

My white friends, I am not sure what whiteness has told or might be telling you about life, but I’ve learned there’s something about...

A new year has me thinking about beginnings. Namely, the start of how I came to examine whiteness (I wasn’t always interested in what it...