Our Voices Will Not Be Silenced

In 1988, I met Jesus on a muddy hillside in Pennsylvania. I had caught glimpses before, but there, with the smell of pine needles and the body odor of a few hundred unwashed humans, I saw him clearly and I fell in love. I had been raised in the Church, but it took a long […]

To the Mamas of Black Boys

To the Mamas of Black Boys, I don’t know how you do it. How you look fear in the face every morning and go on in spite of it. I get it a little bit – every mama of boys does. We all have fears about parenting these future men. Are we raising them to […]