A Day in the Life of a Master(s) of Education

 Well, it's October. Crazy to think we're in the 10th month of 2020 and it's been a rollercoaster of a year. Between the health crisis, the social justice upheaval and the political climate I am starting to feel older than my years. What started off as such a hopeful, expectant year has been a series of really high highs and low lows. I am not making jest of the serious issue that mental health is but this year has been personally very bipolar.  After not going since February and desperate for some normalcy and the ideal of maybe seeing my parents, I attempted my first out of state long trip to Disney World. Several things happened over the last few days. 1) J & I closed on our first home together. We bought property...so we're in this now, this being our relationship hahahaha. 2) I have gotten into a wonderful flow of working out and managing my workload after a tough transition in the beginning of the pandemic that allowed me to continue to work though not in the ...

I recently read an op-ed article entitled "America’s Most Unequal City Doesn’t Trust Black Women to Lead" (here's the link to read it yourself) and it really hit home. Instead of trusting Black-led organizations in this moment, the overwhelming majority of that capital was committed through a closed-door process to almost 200 white-led organizations.  My job is tied to philanthropic work. I work within a system where I seek to support those who are trying to build food equity. At times this work comes with a heavy burden.  The burden of adjusting how grant and funding letters are pitched in order to have access to the type of capital needed to make a realistic impact. It is a constant challenge. Really I just wanted to make this post as a reminder to myself. A reminder to keep fighting. A reminder that I am not alone in this fight.  Until next post, laters

In the middle of a global pandemic....I protested. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I've been Black in America my entire life. I've dealt with overt racism (called names, looks/comments when out with my white partner, pulled over while NOT breaking any law), microaggressions (you sound "white", told white privilege doesn't exist, asked "can I touch your hair" while actively trying to touch my hair) and of course systematic racism (too much to really get into). Growing up in a highly charged  constant political climate,  I actively don't engage with other about my political stances. However, racism isn't a political issue. These last few weeks have been a culmination of years of adjusting how I act, mindful of what I wear, alert to who I am around. These last few days I've been protesting. Marching. Screaming. Crying.  And though it feels brand new...I've been protesting my entire life.  Every time I found joy. Did something different. Wo...