My Black History 2008: Hiding my Obama mints

I had never heard of Barack Obama until a few days before the Democratic National Convention in 2004. I had also never watched a political convention on television.  I tuned in because I was curious about this black guy, supposedly a rising star. His speech blew me away. In fact, I was so impressed that … Continue reading My Black History 2008: Hiding my Obama mints

My Black History 1998: Choosing a Cemetery

In 1998, when our newborn daughter Victoria died, Joe and I made the awful, but necessary decisions everyone makes when they must bury a loved one. We chose scriptures to share. We chose burial clothes. We chose a casket. And because we live in the rural South, we had another choice to make: Do we … Continue reading My Black History 1998: Choosing a Cemetery

My Black History 1981: Princeton

Summer Program 1981. Can you find me?* Attending Princeton University changed my life. I came to Jesus at Princeton. I met my husband at Princeton. At Princeton, I didn’t have any white friends. This was very unusual because I graduated from a mostly white high school where I enjoyed a diverse social circle. But I … Continue reading My Black History 1981: Princeton

My Black History: The 1960s

When my brothers and I were born in Toledo, Ohio, my parents were poor like most black people in America, and they lived in this public housing development: Eventually, we moved into an all-black neighborhood of single-family homes and attended this all-black church: Ascension Lutheran Church Though my parents attended desegregated high schools, segregation was … Continue reading My Black History: The 1960s