Aside from wanting to practice meditation more, I want to be more mindful of my every waking moment. I have found myself bubbling over with anger at what I perceive as a great injustice. (In reality, most injustices are not worth an iota of my time-but in the moment: I am ready to ponce). […]Read more "Old Miserable Jamaican Lady Syndrome"
There are so many things I can say about Christopher Tomlin (affectionately known as Shorty Chris). I remember being a freshman at Norwalk High School in Norwalk, CT. As an underclassman I noticed Shorty Chris from afar. He was a popular senior whom was friends with everyone. He played basketball with the best of […]Read more "Re visioning the Black Father: Interview # 2"
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In the post: Re visioning the Black Father I conclude with the decision to interview some of the many black fathers I know personally. They may not know it-but their commitment to their children has shifted my perspective on how I view black fathers and black men in general. They have been humanized. The […]Read more "Re visioning the Black Father: Interview #1"
One thing I learned after being admitted into a psychiatric hospital two times in two years are strategies in managing stress. I have learned how to recognize triggers and I have found constructive ways in giving myself self-care. This may mean knowing when it’s time to take a mental health day from work, increase physical […]Read more "When Love Just Isn’t Enough"
I grew up without a father, however, I am blessed to have mother that raised me. My mother’s love for me runs deep. As I mentioned in my earlier post, “You’re Pretty, For A Dark Skinned Girl”it was my mother’s dedication and reminder of my uniqueness that carried me through challenging times. I was taken […]Read more "Revisioning the Black Father"
I had a very busy work week recently. I had a few days of training that required me to leave the comfort of familiar Connecticut and drive north to rural Hadley, Massachusetts. Although I was going alone into the unknown-I wasn’t fearful. I looked down on my wrist as I drove northbound. A teal braclet […]Read more "“Dear God, Why Did You Save Me?” -Lavone Roberson"