Worth it? Part 1- Dallas

I left Dallas one month ago, and I finally am able to find sometime to reflect a bit on my life in Dallas. So here is goes… A few days ago, I ate lunch with a friend, and she asked me “was it worth it?”. (We have been friends for a long time, and she…

Top Ten

So I leave Dallas on Tuesday. Yikes! And that will officially mark the end of my three years at a mission intern with Global Ministries. I plan to write several posts about the transition and some reflection, and I thought that I would begin with a countdown of the most memorable moments as a mission…

Yes, I do mind

I get verbally harassed all the time. Everywhere I go. Every neighborhood and by every age and every color of men. Men honk at me, yell at me, sit down next me and compliment my hair, my eyes, etc. And I’m tired of it. It does not make me feel good. It does not make me…

My Next Step

I announced this on Facebook a few weeks ago, but I wanted to provide some context to my decision. As I announced, I will attend law school at the American University Washington College of Law beginning in the fall of 2015. Yes, this does mean that I am moving back to Washington, DC! Going to law…

Happy One Year!

I arrived in Dallas one year ago today, and honestly, it’s been a hard year. It began by starting all over again. I moved for the third time in three years, and then I started all over. I had another new job, another new organization, new friends and a whole new community. And everything being…

Are we back in the 1950s??

It seems that almost every time something happens that insults, hurts or offends people of color or women, many of us react by saying “what is this? are we back in the 1950’s? (or 60’s or 70’s)?” Honestly, I used to think this whenever I heard a lawmaker say something offensive about rape or a…

Embrace the Struggle

I saw the film Selma this weekend, and personally, I think that everyone America needs to see it right now. Beyond being a fantastic film for a ton of reasons, Selma struck me in two prominent ways. Number one: we let them down. We have forgotten the struggle that our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents engaged in…