Microaggressions at the Market

One day at the market after my shopping cart was full, my daughter and I made our way to the checkout counter.  Our cashier wore a nametag with a name I felt was “not from around here.” In an attempt to be friendly I asked, “What is the origin of your name?”  I caught aContinue reading “Microaggressions at the Market”

My White Skin

  Each day I walk around in white skin enjoying the safety and privilege that entails. I did nothing to earn this, but I have benefited from it from the moment I was born. Those I love the deepest, my husband and daughters, are the most beautiful of black.   One day my grandchildren willContinue reading “My White Skin”