April. May. July. Early September. For years, I’ve posted on social media and in my newsletters about ways to remember and honor Sexual Assault Awareness Month, Mental Health Awareness Month, Minority Mental Health Awareness Month and Suicide Awareness Week, respectively. But not this year. Not last year. I watched these seasons roll by…
I feel like I’ve been writing this book forever. One reason is because it addresses one of those big questions that drives my overall academic work. So I’ve been chipping away at my ideas about this topic in different ways for the past 23 years. But the contemporary version of this book began in…
I don’t need seasons. Really, I don’t. If it were up to me, I would wake up every day to 85 degree non-humid sunny weather. Just drop me in the foothills of southern California. Many of you know that I grew up in Michigan. I’ve experienced season – Fall was full of apple picking, falling…
How does it feel to be a problem? W. E. B. DuBois posed this question in the essay “Our Spiritual Strivings” in The Souls of Black Folk. DuBois was referring to the ways in which African Americans were understood by white American society in the early twentieth century. This quote came to mind last week…
When I was in high school, I competed in Bach and Sonata piano competitions that took place at the local university. In those days, I practiced piano after school for almost 2 hours a day. I put that time in and memorized the pieces, learned the ways to stretch my hands to cover more than…
Earlier this Spring, a professional colleague reached out to me to ask: “How did you do it? Like, can you talk to me and tell me how you got to the other side? You know, after your mom passed.” Because her mother had passed months before, and she wanted to know. A couple months…
I had surgery last week. Technically, it was not surgery; it was a “procedure.” But if I’m not conscious, there’s an IV and you’re giving me schedule 2 narcotics for pain, I’m calling it surgery. Just to let you know, I’m fine. But I want to tell you about it because I’m angry. I had…
In 2020, I was scheduled to speak in western Michigan at the Institute for Theology and Disability. I love thinking about disability theology. I contribute my thoughts about mental health, but I also get to learn so much about things I’m not normally thinking about – things that push me to be even more inclusive…
“Have your people call my people” I feel like I used to hear that all the time in commercials and movies. And I thought to myself: I want to be able to say that. I want to be such a celebrity or big wig that I have “people.” And I interact with other big wig-ish…
There are many New Year traditions in which I take part. I do make resolutions – well, mine are more like intentions and plans. Leave me alone too long and I’ll break them down into quarterly goals and objectives and action steps. But I try not to over-think them. For many years, I was at…
Dr. Monica A. Coleman is an award-winning scholar, writer, and minister dedicated to the intersections of faith, social justice, and transformation. Through speaking, consulting, and writing, she empowers individuals and organizations to navigate change with purpose and integrity.
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