Black Roses in Atlanta

It is 6:00 am and I’ve just finished packing. I’m headed home after having presented to over 300 students from Clark Atlanta University at The Robert W. Woodruff Library on my birthday It was truly my dream audience…young, enthusiastic, gifted...

If you can’t beat them, be them!

If you can’t beat them, be them! When I began my research on multigenerational trauma and African Americans I reached out to a mentor and colleague, Dr. Maria Yellow Horse Braveheart. I had read several of her articles about historical trauma about the impact of...

Remember Them, Remember Us…

I was born in 1957 and in just a few days I’ll be 57 the age my mother was when she died. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been feeling so much and paying such close attention to things going on around me and in the world. I’ve been thinking about my...

Be Still, And Know…

Be Still and Know . . . My plate is full and the tasks ahead are swirling about me. Some how something told me to stop! To be still and what appeared before me and inside of me was a memory of quiet peace and knowing. It came like a tender kiss on my cheek and a warm...