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 need to be honest about something—whiteness is trying to ruin my life. I think it might be trying to ruin yours too....

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...