Confessions of a Medicaid Mom

When my husband and I were signing the documents to adopt our three children from foster care, we didn’t realize we were becoming Medicaid parents. [Read more…]

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. [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 [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 [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 [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 [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 [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 [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 [Read More…]