I waited for my daddy on our front porch, eager to etch his face in my memory. He had only been back home for two months, yet still I felt a determined urgency to study his face and link the person whom I loved in the corners of my mind for the past two years with the person in front of me. My brothers, Curtis and John, who were too young to really remember a time with dad, sat on the stoop comparing matchbox cars and fighting over the best piece of sidewalk to race them.
Tag: racial reconcilliation
The Fight for Love
There is a very big part of me that has delayed writing this post for fear of rejection from you. A part of me doesn’t want to be this honest because I know revealing this little corner of my thoughts might make you uncomfortable; it might even cause you to disown or reject me. But as these thoughts trapped in the confines of my mind demand to be released, I’ve decided to breathe and share anyway.
Fair warning, this is about race.
The Flag, the Question, & My Answer
Stand or Kneel? Where do I fall? I’ve tossed and turned these ideas in my head and have debated whether to share those thoughts in such an open forum where my words can be taken and interpreted in so many ways. Yet after all the internal debate, I have decided that it was worth sharing. Here it goes.
A Letter from a Black Haitian American Woman to Mr. Trump
Dear Mr. Trump, I’ve got to be honest, I don’t want to write this letter. I have publicly voiced my opinion on your leadership, the moral & ethical example you set, and your capability to unite a nation. Privately, I’ve housed a loathing for you in my heart that expressed itself in deep denial. You […]