For centuries, Black women have been expected to hold up the church, whether through finances, service, or both. Who’s holding up these women? Who’s singing...
We lift our voices to sing; we speak because we must, and we speak without shame, trepidation, or doubt that we have a right to...
As a womanist psychologist, minister, and sacred artist, my reflections on effective response to child sexual abuse necessitate an examination of the journey of survivors...
I understood I was going to have to write, which, for me, meant jumping into a volcano and praying I would be able to climb...
We must ask: What is the relationship between accountability and transformative justice? Justice that transforms harm into something else, like Black love, is hard work....
Until Black churches are honest about human sexuality and our collective discomfort with it, sexual violence will remain unchecked and accountability will be nothing more...
I knew then that if following that truth was healing her and kept bringing her back to this honorable work, that indeed we were no...
Living in a punitive, crime and punishment society makes the idea of #LoveWITHAccountability almost inconceivable. What on earth would be unearthed if we began to...
I am mindful that the Movement looms much larger than my father or his work, but I also know that there were men...
We must also address child sexual abuse and other forms of sexual violence in our families, our communities, and our religious, academic, political, and civic...
By Jeanann Verlee se·man·ti·cist noun a specialist in the study of linguistics and logic concerned with meaning. white priv·i·lege noun 1. making a semantic suggestion...
By Mariam Williams I tried to write this pretty, but five false starts in, I give up and state it plainly: I...
By Elisabeth J. Ferrell-Horan “Wellbutrin in my Brain” There is Wellbutrin in my brain, and I’d like to get it out. It has...
By Zillah Eisenstein I have just returned from hiking in Glacier National Park. It is a strange place to have been—during this hate-filled racist/misogynist Presidential...
In 1967, Agnes Martin left New York. She bounced around the country, landing in New Mexico where she built herself an adobe home. She would...
By Mary Cuffe Perez They will be the last of her things to be taken away. The toes still wear a grin of mud and...
By Eric Anthony Grollman Like most Black folks, I have a Black woman to thank for my existence (my mother) who, in turn, has another...
During our many long and painful conversations about this publication, we deliberately and intentionally considered the reasons why so many Black folks would choose to...