To Bind the Wounds: 3 Millennials write the Trump Inaugural Address

One of the things I love about my day job is the joy of watching my students surprise themselves with their own gifts and talents. I also adore the fact that our Corporate Communication and Public Affairs program is the home to some of the most successful political, corporate and non-profit strategic communicators in America. In every White House since George H.W. Bush, in congressional offices on both sides of the aisle, in think tanks, policy groups, and the RNC and DNC, you will find an alum … [Read More...]

It’s Complicated: The Bishop and Eddie Long

Today, daddy died. He would laugh to hear me call him that after all these years. Especially since I swore, I would never, ever, call him that name that he loved so much. I said at the time, "I refuse to play into Eddie's "daddy" complex." But today, daddy is dead. … [Read More...]

In the year that Hillary lost I saw the Lord: Christmas, HRC, and Hope

Since November 8th, like many people of my political ilk, I have been in a funk. I haven't watched the news since that night nor have I read anything other than twitter. My tv shows have consisted of Paw Patrol, Peppa Pig, and Bob's Burgers (and yes, How to get Away with Murder). I refused to watch anything that would remind me remotely of what was happening in reality. I needed a world where there was fidelity and coherence in the narrative, where I didn't second guess the context nor the … [Read More...]

Mama’s Boy: A Birthday letter to my black son

Tiger:I hated missing you wake up on your first birthday in your forever home. You know how I love coming in your room, tickling your tummy, and giving you tiger kisses on special days. I would have loved to have seen your happy farmer dance or today’s birthday Beyonce Ballet. But in a sad way, I wonder if you are kinda glad that mommy is not home this morning.It has been tough, hasn’t it buddy? Mom’s been intense, and she has been harsh. You don’t understand why she is ‘overreacting’ to … [Read More...]

After the morning after: Taylor Swift, United Methodists, and West Coast Heartbreak

Sometimes I realize that I have underestimated the impact that my parents’ divorce has had on my view of the world, particularly regarding relationships. Studies show that children of divorce are prone to one of two extremes: they become obsessed with the rules and commitments governing a relationship, or they become very nonchalant about commitments—when the relationship doesn’t work, it just doesn’t work, so let's move on.I must admit, I am the former. Relationships are important to me. I d … [Read More...]

Midnight in Dallas: What’s going on?

Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today, eheh What’s Going On-Marvin Gaye I was a little girl when I first heard this song. I was a 50-year-old woman when I first wept over this song late into the midnight hour.My city is under siege. The police are hunting for two gun men who turned a peaceful protest into a killing field men and women who w … [Read More...]

Progressives Playing with Fire: Mad Methodists, Berners, & the Myth of Prophetic Arson

It could be that after three days with the combo of strep throat and the flu, my fever finally broke. It could be that the end of the semester is finally here. It could be that now that Scandal isn't coming back on for at least 6-8 months, I can pay more attention. Whatever it is, why ever it is, Here it is: I AM TIRED OF ALL YOU PROGRESSIVE BULLIES. Berners, Bernistas, Methodists with an Agenda, all of you.For months on end, anyone who would listen has been subjected to your self-righteous … [Read More...]

A Half Century of Being Black in America: A letter to my children

My babies:Today, I turn 50 years old. I have just come from turning off your lights, placing Doc McStuffins in the bed, and fretting over if this will be a 'dry night'.I can't believe that I am writing this to you. Just three months ago, you weren't in my life. You were a prayer, myth, and point of incompletion. Your absence somehow seemed to be an indictment of my ambition and drive toward excellence. My punishment for listening to the tapes of a world that despised my very existence … [Read More...]

Butterscotch Ann Coulter? A Love Note to Stacey Dash and BET

Dear Stacey:I've wanted to catch up with you for a while. Matter of fact you've been on my mind constantly. Now I have got to admit, I didn't know much was going on with you till Gabby Union called you out, but even then I really didn't know it had gotten as deep as it has. But when I saw that Anthony Anderson called you "Ann Coulter dipped in Butterscotch," I was like 'damn, Gina.'I need you to know that I am not going to jump on the bandwagon of questioning your motives, loyalty, or … [Read More...]

No You Can’t: Rules for White People and Halloween Parties (and other social engagements)

I don’t usually do public service announcements. Its not my job and frankly as my husband and I get ready to welcome three pre-schoolers into our home (yea!) my turn to motherhood has kept me quite busy. But, every year around Halloween, Fall Formals, and other theme parties, many of my lighter hue (read: White folks) friends, colleagues, and students get into trouble for what they in the aftermath will claim was an “innocent mistake.”Look, while everyone has the freedom of speech, no one has … [Read More...]