Life, like a vast and unpredictable sea, carries its share of storms. Yet my own journey has been graced with blessings too abundant to tally. For years, I wondered why the Highest One poured such goodness into my hands. I knew it was not because I was extraordinary, nor because I had earned such favor. And so, a quiet guilt sometimes shadowed the gifts He laid before me. It still does, on certain days. Not long ago, in the hush of a medical office waiting room, a lovely Sist

It remains unfathomable to me how often certain white men forget – conveniently or otherwise – that their success was made possible because a Black person opened a door for them. What is even more profound is how, once they have secured their fame and fortune, they eventually reveal their “true selves,” retreating into the comfort of whiteness as if it were a birthright rather than a shield. Such is the case with Dr. Phil McGraw, the Oklahoma native who rose from an unstable,

This June, my husband and I traveled to Lisbon, Portugal, to join a remarkable Juneteenth heritage celebration hosted by Halisa and Rick, creators of the Our Black Utopia podcast. What they curated from June 10–20, 2026, was more than a gathering – it was a living testament to the global heartbeat of Black people seeking peace, belonging, and wholeness. We were among 110 Black couples and singles from across the U.S. and Europe. Some had recently relocated abroad; others had

My name is not important. What is important is where I come from. I was born and raised in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, in a house where my grandmother kept a Bible on the kitchen table and a list of poll tax receipts in a shoebox under her bed — proof that she had paid, again and again, for a right that should have been free. She voted anyway, every chance she got, dressed like she was going to church, because she said democracy deserved your best. I was small when Dr. King came th