I have a lot of keys. Keys to my Chicago home. Keys to my Houston home. Keys to my church. Keys that I can’t even remember what they unlock. For me keys are important enough that I keep them on different rings to separate them by their purpose, but insignificant enough that I often lose … Continue reading The Right of Return
As a Black woman working in white spaces, my perception of racial dynamics has been questioned, minimized, or denied altogether. Over time, the experience of not being believed, especially by people I thought were my friends, wore away my sense of self. As I entered the professional world and sensed this happening to me, it … Continue reading Why I Love Being a Black Girl
“Hi, I’m Suzanne, and I’m skeptical of white women.” Let me repeat that a little louder for the white women in the back—“I’m Suzanne, and I am skeptical of white women.” If you’re a white woman and still reading this, hooray! Most stop listening after hearing those words, so kudos to you. If you’re a … Continue reading The One Thing I Say That Pisses White Women Off
My friends in Baltimore never talked about racial reconciliation. They only talked about white supremacy and the way the Church was complicit in maintaining the status quo of systemic racism.
Despite the growing political divides in our country, our mid-western church has outspoken pro-Trump folks and fiscal conservatives who can’t stand Trump. We have families from different racial, ethnic, and socio-economic backgrounds. We have union Democrats and social justice activists. Now you my be thinking, as the pastor I try to avoid talking about politics … Continue reading Listening to Fox News Made Me A More Effective Progressive Pastor
The first year after my parent’s separation was unstable. We bounced around from place to place as my mom searched for a second job and a new apartment; and we slept in cars, on floor pallets in spare bedrooms, on the couches of the men my mom would find to give her money in exchange … Continue reading My Year as a Homeless Child