I didn’t just write this because I could. Anyone can copy and paste when the right words start circulating. I wrote this because we our WhatsApp threads, our wise friends, our small communities of curious minds are the voices of disruption and clarification. A colleague I deeply respect sent me the
There are moments in history when the air itself feels heavy with meaning when every headline, every court filing, every televised word seems to echo the same unspoken truth: we are being tested. Since inauguration day, we have been holding our breath. The noise has turned to thunder lawsuits choking
Some days feel like a long purgatory. I find myself carrying the weight of headlines like extra baggage drained, conflicted, and quietly asking: how long must this last? It is as if we are eavesdropping on the great ledger of government, watching the costs rise, yet never seeing them fully
On body, seasons, and the theatre of being. Today my brainwaves are having a moment. My niece sent me a photo recently, and I looked… fluffy. A full-size woman 14+, 16. Who does this, right? Is it attention-seeking to show your body, or can we simply lighten up and jest?
I learned to love the artistry of words and the English language sitting at my school desks, basking in my Caribbean island birthplace Trinidad and Tobago teachers insisting that we compose, comprehend, analyze, and précis until thinking became muscle memory. At home, my mother rich in Shakespeare could turn even a scolding into
In its simplicity, the spectacle was so profound. At a high school football game, just off the edge of a basketball court, I stood entranced by a ballooned vertical figure — a Tall Boy. These inflatable stickmen, now familiar fixtures at dealerships, markets, and street corners, flail and bend in the
At the beginning of 2013, I was caught in the undertow of economic loss. The housing crisis pulled me from a full-time, sustaining consulting career into a part-time temp role barely above minimum wage and I felt myself mentally and financially imploding. I reached for social media as a lifeline,
I spent my Sunday trying to lift my spirit. Oprah’s Soul Sunday offered a line from Gary Zukav that stayed with me: “A partnership between equals for the purpose of spiritual growth.” That was my morning anchor. By afternoon, I wanted to be intelligently entertained, so I turned to the
How I started this conversation (my ChatGPT prompt): ChatGPT Is my digital footprint under surveillance? In a recent interview, Joy Reid (who has been rigorous in her research and speaks with authentic credibility) said platforms and apps are collecting data and building profiles on individuals… This is a kitchen-table talk,
I am paused. Not from defeat, but because life has handed me a different kind of present one that asks for full-time responsibility to care, to notice, to be aware of someone else’s needs. In return, it has given me the quiet a sacred quiet to render my thoughts on paper,
Written By Grace C. Walker