When it came to sink or swim in the Louisiana bayou, I wasn’t sure if it was a racial, gender, or generational thing? But — it was a story I often heard from older African American men who shared this childhood memory. It goes like this: A father or an older

Where have all our colors gone? Cue the 1960s song Where Have All Our Flowers Gone by Peter, Paul and Mary… Where have all our colors gone, long time passing? Where have all our colors gone, long time ago?… Oh when will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?

Time, and time again, we decide this time we’re gonna beat time, and accomplish all of our New Year resolutions. But in reality, we’re only setting ourselves up for failure—once more. As we inch closer to each new year, we welcome it with hopefulness. Yet at the same time, our heart

Have you ever had that dream—or perhaps, that nightmare—where you’re standing side by side with your coworkers, and then everyone takes one step backwards, and you don’t realize it? And you’re left to face the boss—alone, your head on the chopping block? Or has it already become a reality? Either way,

Crying over spilled milk IS a waste of your energy. I said it—but it needed to be said. Of course, we’re all guilty of doing it. But the one thing we have to accept is that we can either clean it up or spend time gazing at it lying there and