God don’t like ugly. I frequently heard my Grandma use this phrase in my youth. A cherished throughout the South, my Grandma used it as a warning and a chastisement. It was a warning to be mindful of how I talked to, interacted, and treated my fellow humans. It just wasn’t acceptable to be vile […]
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A few days ago, I went into my company’s Midtown Manhattan office for a team lunch. I work most of the time remotely but enjoy switching up my schedule and connecting with my team face-to-face. However, as soon as I stepped out of Grand Central that morning, I was hugged by a thick blanket of […]
Read MoreMy Grandma left her home in the rural South in the early 1950s. Grandma was part of the flood of Black Mississippians’ who poured North during the Great Migration. She initially settled in Illinois, where she met a fellow Mississippi migrant named Willie. Grandma and Willie would have three children, two girls, and one boy. […]
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