Our National Days of Mourning

Our National Days of Mourning

and then

we pull up our Big Kid underpants, keep our eyes wide open and Get to Work. Nobody said it would be easy and it won’t be.  But it will be what we make it … together.

After reviewing my New Year post from January 2024, I decided it was definitely worthy of a second look. So here you go. What more can I say one year later except what I just said last week about remembering who we are and being real together.

So, while she won’t be this year’s Inaugural Poet (I was so hoping she would be), Amanda Gorman said all that needs saying at the DNC this summer. I pull it up when I need a reminder about the audacity of our hope and the dare to not just dream the American Dream, but to be worthy of it …  I pull it up especially when I need a reminder to do everything I can to make sure it is available to those who come after me.

And when the days become (almost) too dark and Amanda’s reminder about who we are is not enough …  perhaps this by Doctor Ysaye Barnwell  (some of you will remember her from “Sweet Honey in the Rock”).

Let’s visit again soon …
Love, Sulima