During these lazy warm and welcoming summer days, I enjoy relaxing drives with my lovely wife. Following in my late father’s footsteps, I found it convenient to find a driveway to use as a turnaround in U-Turn-prohibitive Central Ohio. However, … Continue reading Hands up, Don’t Shoot,
This is an uncomfortable feeling. I’m typically asked to contribute in writing my thoughts about a number of topics related to anti-racism, health, and wellness. I’ve built my whole career around being able to stand at the window of society … Continue reading Exploitation, Racism, War… and Me
For the majority of “white” Americans, Martin Luther King Junior’s legacy brings images of his famous, “I Have a Dream” speech. It’s pleasant to think of a world where we will “…one day live in a nation where they (his … Continue reading Dreams Versus Reality in Black and White
On May 25, 2020, the world shifted as millions witnessed the horrifying moments when a police officer pressed his knee on George Floyd’s neck for over 9 minutes. We weren’t the same after that—it was vicarious trauma. Also, in 2020, … Continue reading Maturing of the Human Soul
. . . like it’s 1899! You might not have seen it coming. Weapons of mass distraction have been cloaking laws of disorder for decades. Now here we are in 2023, with regressive racial policies as blatant as when “Redeemers” … Continue reading Laws of Disorder: dehumanizing through dehistoricizing
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. (1 Timothy 6:10) Sin entered the world when man disobeyed God. … Continue reading A Self-Perpetuating System
As I think about the idea of roots, I ponder the question: where did it start for me? My mind wanders to people, places, smells, laughter, and family. I am not sure if my musings will make much sense, but … Continue reading The Roots That Connect Us
It was a crystal-clear day in early September, one day before my first day of another school year, this time at a brand-new school. I was playing in our newly sodden back yard while other children started classes. Daydreams flooded … Continue reading My Nappy Roots
I was sitting in a writing workshop with a group of writers, and our assignment was to make a family tree. We could employ some creative license in making our trees. I set out putting together my creation, complete with … Continue reading When Your Roots Are Severed
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