I’m finding that in this season, equanimity for me looks like pursuing things that matter, each in their own time.

Two weeks ago we brought home a new puppy. Her name is Coco and she’s absolutely turned our lives upside down.

What I continue to learn while raising a middle schooler about keeping the faith.

This summer, we are planning an epic family road trip, one that I hope deepens the girls connection to the land and our history.

You know that moment you have that stops you in your tracks? The ones that make you smile from ear to ear, or laugh so hard you might cry… Moments that temporarily make you loose a sense of place and time because all that matters right now is this place and time? That’s joy. And for black folks, it’s not simply a luxury, but it’s a necessity.

I need more margin for error in my tightrope of a life, and perhaps that margin is found outside my comfort zone.

Funny thing happens when you teach children history in context, they gain perspective.

My week consisted of engaging in a daily face-off with this brilliant 3 year old home on Covid quarantine.

Pursuing Dr. King’s dream requires an honest look in the mirror and takes a complicated path. Now, nearly 50 years later, I wonder do we collectively have what it takes?

What worked for us? Being together, talking about race, and changing how we do school in 2021.