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

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...

I am really at a lost for words as the world watched another person of color in the US become a trending "hashtag". I’m trying to calm down but nothing is working. I called my dad and ranted and that helped a bit but I feel incredibly emotional. Switching between anger and overwhelming sadness. I'm going to add photos I snagged from Instagram that I felt has started to help put my feelings into words. This is so that I don't forget,  that I feel everything, I don't become numb.