She Is the Treasure Chest I Never Got to Open and Explore

And because of it, my herstory is forever incomplete and undernourished

Some time ago, a dear friend asked, “If you could spend 24 hours with anyone, who would it be and what would you do?”

Pondering this question has unearthed deep cravings in me that I didn’t even know I had. It seems that I’m famished for connection, family history, and continuity. I suppose I’m greedy because I would want 48 hours: 24 hours with my maternal grandmother and 24 hours with my Dada.

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How Dead, Old White Men Continue to Orchestrate the Racial Divide

WHY DEAD, OLD WHITE FOREFATHERS ARE STILL PART OF THE RACISM CONVERSATION

White descendants, isn’t it time *you* buried racism for good?

Some comments hurt like a fist.

There are negative comments, and then there are evil, ignorant negative comments.  It brings me to the brink of despair that some “humans” are devoid of a shred of empathy and benevolence. Yes, they’re blind, deaf, and immune to the pain and suffering of others. And maybe what’s worse is that these inhumane comment trolls choose to spew their dissonant ravings into the Universal consciousness. 

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