This past Saturday, I went to a quilting workshop at the Beach Institute in Savannah. First off, I was excited because I was supposed to been had learned how to
[artwork by Melvin Beasley] When we think of activism, we think of Martin, Malcolm, Rosa, Fannie, and the likes. We think of people on microphones in churches and on Capitol
I shared in my journal entry a couple days ago how I’ve been walking/running (most days) to shake up the way I’m honoring my ancestors. Just for the month of
Ms. Darlene Shamsid-Deen reminds me not to settle. She didn’t tell me that; her life showed me. I met her last year after agreeing to write her husband’s autobiography. Even
[You can listen to me read it instead. Just press play.] Europeans first arrived in this country in 1492. So, by the time James Oglethorpe and his crew pulled up
When Savannah was yanked from the natives in 1733, slavery wasn’t legal in the state of Georgia yet. But James Oglethorpe and the rest of the colonists would rent black
We celebrate Zora as an amazing author and anthropologist who gave us Their Eyes Were Watching God and Barracoon. We salute Eatonville, where she was raised for being one of
I grew up going to church on New Year’s Eve, but I didn’t learn about “Watch Night Service” until about five or so years ago while volunteering with the Gullah