I cried the other night. Not the great racking sobs of freedom, but the silent, gentle tears of momentary disbelief. The tears of progress that I had, unknowingly, been waiting…
Author: Ancella Livers
Juneteenth
They knew. Yes, they knew, the owners of living souls. The owners of women and men, children and the elderly. People who laughed and cried, lived and, most assuredly, died.…
The Candle Light
It’s easy to forget the struggles of others when you are struggling yourself. And easier still if you have few struggles at all.
It's Happening Again.
It’s happening again. Well, in truth, it never stopped. It didn’t stop after Travon Martin was killed. His crime was wanting skittles and a soda. It didn’t stop after Jordan…
Memorial Day: Acknowledging Belonging
When I was a child, Memorial Day was a special event. Then, before it became the barbecue holiday, it was a day of belonging for family and friends – the…
Lessons from Mt. COVID
For the record, I hate COVID. I will not name my child “Covie,” and I swear never to pretend it is cute if someone else does so. I will not…