- The Horns of a Dilemma
- “Intersectionality”: that word probably doesn’t mean what you think it does.
- Me And My White Guilt
- CALL ME ANGELA A while back several night clubs and bars started a program in which if you were on a date, or approached by someone who was making you uncomfortable or scared, you would go to the bartender and ask for Angela. That would let them know you needed help, a ride home or protection of some kind. I suggest that we expand this notion. If someone is hassling you, calling you names, threatening you, as a woman, Muslim, black, hispanic, LGBTQIA you can come to me (I will be wearing a large safety pin.) call me Angela, and I will know you need help. I will escort you to the ladies room, talk to you, walk you to your car, call a cab hug you, or just listen to what help you need. I will be your ally, even though I do not know you. We are all in this together, and together we are better. God bless us all.
- This is what it was like to be a woman in America in the 20th century.
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Monthly Archives: September 2016
Am I living in a Post Traumatic World Yet?
This is a journal. Or these are…all (or most) of these blogs will be. Some will even be assignments from my therapist. Be warned. Let’s start with the now. Right now I am sad and sore, stressed, depressed and … Continue reading
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