My mother, Harlem native, traveled by train through the Jim Crow South, 1945. Crossing the Mason-Dixon line, she had to move to the colored section. She was literally entering enemy territory.

“The focus here is not on ritual itself, but on opening up something in hearts and spirits that has been locked away so long that individuals can barely remember the source.” -Malidoma Patrice Some'- For much of my life, I felt disorganized and unsettled. I was scattered. To many, it seemed I was grounded, but inside, I was going through the motions, hoping I didn’t appear the way I felt inside. For much of my life, I felt disorganized and unsettled. I was scattered and unfocused. On the...

There’s a particular kind of power that lives in the women who raised us. A quiet, unshakable strength. A rootedness you can’t always name, but you feel it every time you think of them.