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Black Feminist Archaeology Tour 2017 (Installment 1): the danger of forgetting your power while being Black in the academy

As I sit in my kitchen on a sunny summer afternoon, I reflect on the ups and downs of this past academic year. I have learned a lot over the past few months, but I am grateful that I am here, still standing, and settling into a renewed sense of purpose and hope. I say […]

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When I want to scream…

  I want to scream: The past few weeks have been exhausting.  As we continue to add names to the long list of hashtags, the names bring us to a point of pain and torture, and then hopelessness and a reminder that even though the hashtag frequency decreases over time, there are more and more […]

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My house is a mess…

My house is a mess. There is laundry to tend to. There are things in my home space that need some organizing and physical attention. Simultaneously, there are three children to engage, feed, listen to and play with. And on a hot summer Saturday in July, I realize I wouldn’t have it any other way. […]

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and another summer is upon us…

  There is a collecting feeling of blah, anger, depression, and exhaustion in the air. The people I interact with on a daily basis are beyond survival mode. Each day seems to bring a new array of feelings and emotions. My children can feel the thickness in the air and we have talked to them […]

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