Microaggressions Training

For many of us cross-cultural dialogue can be difficult and scary. Our societal context has solidified a fear of being labeled “racist” or “biased,” which can make it challenging to speak openly and authentically about our lack of knowledge, desire to learn, and fear of the unknown. Often our reactions to microaggressions are fear-based, employing…

We Don’t Have to Stay in the Dark

Bias is an implicit element of the human condition whether we know it or not. But when it comes to discussing our own deep-seated notions about race, gender, sexual orientation or socioeconomic status, how do we put ego on the line and start to break down those barriers?

Silent No More.

Myra Bradwell was denied admission to the bar almost 150 years ago—how far have we really come since?
By KJ Williams

We Have the Power to Heal

We haven’t learned the value of who we are individually; and for those who have learned this important lesson they must still erect barriers to prevent the insidious messages of low self- worth to maintain their mindset and focus.

The Cost of Truth

I don’t know what my life will be like by the end of this narrative, nevertheless the truth as I see it, know it and experience it must be spoken and shared. The end result is not up to me; I’m not sure who or what decides the outcome; this is the core of my…

Getting to Freedom

We are all searching for freedom; the type of freedom that allows us to be exactly who we are without harm to others; the opportunity to freely be as different and uniquely beautiful as we are. We use the word freedom to express a need to exist without shame, judgement, condemnation and fear.  Many if…

Still I Rise

“…Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.” – Maya Angelou

A Poem on Self Awareness

hello self i used to get lost looking for myself in the facade of a world bent on remaking the original in the image of a lie birthed in a deficit seeking elements for completion of a soul without space   I used to get lost looking for myself in the words spun by lips…