A couple weeks ago, my daughter was doing her math homework at the kitchen table while I was preparing dinner. I could see that she was struggling, but she didn’t say anything. After a while I asked her, “Do you need some help with your math?” If you’re a Gen X-er trying to help a…
Did you know I ran a home health care agency? I fell into it because I was helping to care for my mom. I always knew my mom would come to live with me. I grew up with my grandparents living with us at different times during my childhood, so it was just always on…
When I was 18, I traveled to South Africa with a group of other college classmates to work with local organizations on voter education for their first free and democratic elections. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. Like many others in my generation, I was aware of South African apartheid and incensed by it….
Remember the child’s game, musical chairs? It was the party go-to of my childhood. There are as many chairs as there are children. Each kid starts seated in a chair. When the music plays, kids move around the chairs. When the music stops, each child grabs the closest seat. For each round, a chair is…
I have a friend who asks me every year about what I’m doing for Black History Month. And I always reply: “Nothing, I’m Black every day.” And I mean it. I don’t celebrate Black History Month, but I am happy to be a part of celebrations of Black history – when they occur in February…
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…
It’s been a little more than eight years. And I forget. I actually forgot after the first year. And the second. I always forget because I don’t want to remember. A little more than eight years ago, we were excited about a pregnancy. Our overall thought was: “Look how great this little one is; let’s…
I think they call it an emergency plan. When I emerged from a particularly long and challenging bout with depression, and had the clarity of mind to get my life together, I read about putting together an emergency plan. The emergency plan required talking to my friends about what to do when I feel desperately…
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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