Last week I was offered the opportunity to share a testimonial of my experience at the YWCA Racial Justice Summit at their annual fundraiser luncheon, the YWCA Circle of Women, based on a blog post I wrote. There were about 800 people in the audience.
I grew up with clarity that we treat everyone equal. That the color of our skin doesn’t matter because we are all the same. I grew up with clarity that we love all people the same. That our religion doesn’t matter because we are
Labeling. It sounds like something that is just bad. It has a negative connotation. Slap a label on something and call it a day. Like it is our job to label something and once we label it we’ve figured it out and can move on.
Play. I am ready to play. I want to schedule a play date with a friend. I want to have fun. I don’t want to go on a walk and have a heavy conversation. I don’t want to meet for lunch and talk. I want
The YWCA Racial Justice Summit started off with the presentation of the Race to Equity Report that showed mind blowing statistics of how bad it is for Blacks vs Whites in Dane County compared to the United States. We all know that racism is out
I’ve been avoiding this for the past couple of days. I want to write a ‘before’ piece. And for that to happen, I have to actually write it ‘before’ and I can’t write it ‘during’ or ‘after’. The before is now, with a couple of hours