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
I tracked news reports of a bomber terrorizing Austin, and then less than a month later, of a mass-shooter in Nashville. Both were white, Christian, and formerly home-schooled. All identity markers that I share.
Memorize scripture as resistance. Refuse to surrender it to the literalists who use it as a death-dealing force. Memorize scripture to reclaim it as Good News, as something life-giving.
“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
I only tell bad stories, as if I need to prove how rightly you’ve gone. But I forget to say: we were good to each other. We hiked a glacier and chomped pizza and harvested raspberries from the yard to make pancakes on a white night. We had a picnic in March with oreo pie … Continue reading Another Letter to the Men I Have Loved