The dictionary defines Emotional Intelligence as the capacity to be aware of, control, and express one’s emotions, and to handle interpersonal relationships judiciously and empathetically. As human resources professionals, we have been trained to express high emotional intelligence. EI (as … Continue reading Being Actively Empathetic
Who gets to decide what law and order looks like in our Country continues to be questionable as we see disparities in the implementation. Sir Robert Peel was the founding father of policing in England and his concept was brought … Continue reading Law and Order for Who?
My great-grandmother was generous to a fault. The stories of how her house was a haven for needy people abound. My grandmother inherited this value, and I grew up never knowing who would show up for lunch at her table. … Continue reading What we model…
I love you. I have loved you since before I could write my own name in either cursive or print. As a child, I publicly waxed poetic about you. I pledged allegiance to you every morning. I sang songs to … Continue reading “Of Thee I Sing”
I hold each kernel between my fingers. The seeds were planted close together, and, in order to reap the benefit of each new start, I must separate the small plants. Because they are so close, very little dirt adheres to … Continue reading The Ongoing Work of Growing Things
This country was built on genocide and chattel slavery. For over two hundred- and forty years people of the African diaspora worked for free to build schools, roads, businesses, etc. This land was built on the back of free labor, … Continue reading Give Us our Reparations
My father passed away on November 28, 2018. His funeral was well attended by family, relatives, and close friends. As the family sat in the pews saddened by the sudden loss, I listened carefully to the words spoken by the … Continue reading Reparations – The Priority of Race
A couple of weeks ago, I had the opportunity to visit the Civil Rights Museum in Jackson, Mississippi. One of the most compelling features of the museum are tall black pillars featuring the names of every human being reported to … Continue reading Reparations… or, Revival?
“I don’t see color.” I can clearly hear and picture myself saying these words. This memory makes me cringe now, and that’s okay with me. That’s part of growth. And I am so grateful for the opportunity to have learned … Continue reading I See Color
Three-Fifths 