In my family, our circle had always been a space where family members come together to share stories, laughter, and love. We created a space where we can be ourselves, express our emotions, and receive support from our loved ones. The circle reminds us that we are not alone in this world and that our family will always be there for us, no matter what. The tree families, gently swaying with their branches intertangled had hundreds of years of practice. They encircled the scorched remains of their ancestors, both protector and protected.
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2020 My “Pricked” Year
My great 2020 learnings can be summarized with one word: pricked. Along the way I did take some pictures, keep some friends, and shook loose some mental cobwebs that were hindering my personal growth. On the professional front, I’ll share three “pinpricks” from this wild year below. In January and February I kicked off a…
#BlackintheMuseum
This was not my originally intended blog post for this week, but it has to be written. Black Panther. Black Panther, the movie depicting the Marvel comic of the same name, marks a cultural shift regarding the consumption of “blackness” and representations of being “Black in a Museum.” We are familiar with “Black in the…
Black Stor[ies]
February, when Blackness is more commodified and capitalized on than any other time of year.
2017 Women of Excellence
Meet Janeen Bryant… An Educator. A Facilitator. . Welcome to the Women of Excellence in Education Series. With her own unique style, each of the 12 women offer a special type of teaching, facilitation, and coaching approach to her participants. Be inspired by their passion for empowering thousands of people. Connect with their stories and…
Seeking Community
How can a place be known as both outspoken and reserved? How can one city be known for both great schools and terrible? The only clear agreement was that the city was racist and segregated. 100%.
Facilitate Movement 