This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences - tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in any fashion. I was tired of … Continue reading Zebras.
Day 2. And 3.
Truth. I have been thinking about this word a lot lately. Tell the truth. What is truth? What is my truth? Stay true to your truth. Over the past six months, I have been on my own journey of seeking truth. I have been researching the history of racism in this country. I have been … Continue reading Day 2. And 3.
White Privilege. Implicit Bias. Pull Up a Chair.
I would like to welcome you to the Round Table. There is coffee, tea, enough food to keep you nourished. I ask you to take off your shoes, remove all baggage and the burdens you carry, sit down, arms out in front, palms raised. This is a safe place. And it is a place … Continue reading White Privilege. Implicit Bias. Pull Up a Chair.
God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.
The conversation continues - that ugly banter of "my right is so much more right than your right." It really is sickening, isn't it? And I find myself often asking, where does my heart lie as a woman of faith? Like so many, I grew up in the Church. And whereas I am able to say … Continue reading God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.