AMERICA TEK A WIN.Oh, not me not a lone voice making triumphant noises and even quoting biblical at that.Oh yea! The soul of the nation America is fired up.We the People are mighty when we resist and unite. “For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.”
I am but a voice in the wind. I’m not even sure more than a handful of people read these notes I leave behind, but I write them anyway because silence is the easier lie. I am a Caribbean-born American citizen, arrived here in 1973. I have been the government
Grace Notes in Context an editorial of gratitude and resolveAgainst the noise, the doers keep the Republic breathing. There are days when the air itself feels thick with indignation when maudlin speeches, despotic threats, and unwelcome agendas flood our screens, and every headline seems to whisper: beware. I’ve fumed, yes. I’ve
We experience life in moments. When we recall a moment that stirs our sensitivity emotional, circumstantial, or even accidental we are forced to belly the thoughts that surface. For me, they rarely stay buried. They rise again, regurgitated through the rhetoric of my words on paper. The Chat Leaks instigated
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
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?
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,
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,
Written By Grace C. Walker