
Letter to the Black Brilliance Collective
“When I found I had crossed that line, I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything; the sun
“When I found I had crossed that line, I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything; the sun
For 13 years, I have worked as an executive coach, helping Black women, Black people, and people who work in allyship with Black people. The role found me, healed me,
BHM, 2022- I canceled you, and I am glad I did. For almost 40 years, I celebrated BHM the way I thought I should. I conducted acts of service, taught
Dear Grandmother, Your house was the epicenter of our family, especially on holidays. I still can’t figure out how you fit all those people in your home or how you
Dear 2021, Thank you and goodbye. It’s been an “interesting” year. This word “interesting” has taken on new meaning over the past two (or three, I’ve lost count) years. In
Grandmother, I had french fries delivered to my house yesterday. They were left on my doorstep by someone I had never met. I wonder what you’d think of that? I