My weekend house is just down the street from this place. It’s an adorable sleepy little beach town with literally NO ONE around in the winter. We enjoyed a lovely Christmas-to-NYE break there and were totally alone until the weekenders for NYE arrived. I really hope this works for them... and it should. They have…

it’s very jarring to be told more or less to simultaneously shut up and speak out.

Yes! Found this last week, but thanks for reposting.

Thanks for telling me to just show up, like you do every day. :)

It’s funny, I live in a plurality black district in Chicago. I have lots of black acquaintances, but only one or two black friends. I decided last week to join our community committee to start meeting more people in my neighborhood, which will most certainly include more black people than I’ve really been exposed to…

I guess I just need to have the courage to show up. I’m currently just letting what-ifs stand in my way. Thanks.

I sometimes worry that I’m not wanted there. That my mere presence is a sign that I’m trying to somehow take over or scream louder than the black voices present. Obviously, I don’t want even that perception, but it’s paralyzing me into inaction, which is also not helpful.

I have been grappling with these issues since the Women’s March. I am a white woman. I marched. I felt something deep and painful when I saw the photos of black women carrying signs pointing out white women’s complicity in where we find ourselves today. I felt a sting when I started to reflect on why I’d never gone to…

To me, the motivations of the father who insists on his daughter’s celibacy are not far from those of the rapist. The father controls his daughter by dictating her expression of sexuality, while the rapist asserts his (or her) own power by dictating the victim’s sexual expression. Saying one is for Jesus is just…