by guest blogger Amanda Hambrick Ashcraft Along with 101 million others, we had the Super Bowl on our television last Sunday. During the pre-game, I was startled to see the Black National Anthem, “Lift Every Voice and Sing,” performed. As…
by Sachi Feris When I was little, we almost never talked about race. But there is one story my mom told more than once about her mother, Rose. Though I never met my grandmother Rose, I “remember” her through stories….
by Sachi Feris I must have been around sixteen because my grandmother, Mary, died a few months after my seventeenth birthday. She was sitting at the far, right corner of the dining table, where my mom usually sat. More often,…
by Sachi Feris I hung on to my high school copy of “We Are the Stories We Tell” for years. From my earliest memories, the question, “Who Am I?” called to me, beginning a life-long process of considering my identity…
