That’s not just a sentence. It’s a mirror.

Even if you never heard those stories growing up—especially if you didn’t—they’re still part of your legacy.
Even if no one in your family "owned slaves," your lineage may have stood by while others did.
Your country may have built the ships. Traded the bo...

What if privilege isn’t what we think it is?

What if it’s not just about wealth or power or even access—but about what we haven’t had to see?

I’ve been sitting with this idea lately:
Maybe privilege is just a blind spot.

Not something to feel ashamed of. Not something to feel superior about. But ...

You love your children deeply. You're doing your best to raise them with care, intention and heart. And yes - adopting or raising children of color has changed you in profound ways. But love alone doesn't erase the deeper patterns we've inherited. And when we parent with unexamined bias, our childre...

When my twins were toddlers, I remember being called out about their hair.

Strangers—Black strangers—would approach me in the grocery store or at the park with comments that, at the time, I interpreted as criticism.

“You’ve got to moisturize their hair.”
“Whew, they’re dry, mama.”

In my head, I w...

When my children were toddlers, I remember a moment in the grocery store—an older Black woman looked at my kids and said something about their hair. She was kind and gentle but I was taken aback. Defensive. Embarrassed.

Inside, I thought, Why are you criticizing me? I was doing my best. At the time...