Bury My Anger?
Four years ago, while boarding a plane from Atlanta to Cleveland, I waited patiently on line, ready to get home. I was on the last leg of travel home. I was tired. As I waited on the priority line, a white male came walking across the gate house from the far side and stood in […]Read Post ›
living numb
i remember the first time as if it were yesterday eight months pregnant a walking watermelon slowly moving through the heat of a southern summer framed by carolina blue skies on the stale humid air it came: “look at that nigg**” and there they were four – blond haired – barely teenaged – males sitting […]Read Post ›
barely breathing
Birthdays are special to me. I like to think of unique ways to celebrate, creating memories to help me mark time and remember the gifts of wisdom, life and time. Sometimes I get close, like the 14 day cruise for my 50th, 6 months after my birthday. The gift to myself was memorable, as was […]Read Post ›
Sacred Places
These days, I find myself walking through burial sites, thinking about those who have gone before, wondering about the faces and lives of those whose names line the monuments and markers of these sacred places. I was not always this comfortable with the things of the dead and death. I was taught to be afraid […]Read Post ›
Cherish the Past
I like many, have seen the signs that are the school and the homes and look no further to discover what lies beneath the surface. I like many, did not take the time to stop and listen to the stories of a community and a past that is my own.
Slaves In the Attic?
A few weeks ago I was in New York City for meetings and took the opportunity to venture out on a visit to the Bronx. An early morning arrival at JFK and a trip to see my sister at work for her car, and I was on my way for another sightseeing adventure. New York […]Read Post ›
Wisdom from my Mothers
On both sides of my family, I find a long list of women who are strong, courageous and deeply spiritual. My on-going quest for more information about my family, and the Ancestors now gone, has provide me with the opportunity to engage my relatives – including my grandmother, mother, aunts and cousins. […]Read Post ›
Finding Freeman
Written by Karen Georgia Thompson This past week, I was in Indianapolis and decided to go sightseeing: my kind of sightseeing where life meets history. I was going to look for John Freeman. Mr. Freeman’s story was compelling, and the invitation from one of the sites I read to “stroll Pennsylvania between 10th and 11th […]Read Post ›
Hiding in Plain Sight
Written by Karen Georgia A. Thompson New York City has millions of visitors annually. They flock to Times Square and Broadway. They want to see Central Park and watch Broadway shows. They come to the Big Apple to shop in places like Macy’s at Herald Square and Saks Fifth Avenue. They want to see St. […]Read Post ›
