Being African-American in America means knowing the country was not made for you. I mean this literally, not figuratively: The country was founded with the explicit legal mandate that in America, black people count as three fifths of one person. You learn that countrymen, brothers, and fathers of slaves fought and died to keep black … Continue reading Learning White-American History
I wasn't raised a "feminist" (I've written about that before), so I get the knee-jerk reaction against the word feminism. After spending my formative years in Texas it's just not something I go around calling myself. Am I a feminist? Yes, according to the dictionary definition I most certainly am. Usually though, I just prefer … Continue reading The F-Word
I've always cared about what is going on in this country, almost impulsively. Yes, it is my home, yes I am an American, but I tend to care about many issues and people that, if I'm honest, don't directly affect me. I am also a very logical person. I tend to deconstruct things down to their … Continue reading The Selfishness of “Caring”
You know that feeling you have when you get home after a long day and the last thing you want to do is anything besides sit down? What do you usually eat in that time? I bet it's not a fresh, nutritious meal made from scratch (unless you are one of the people several steps ahead … Continue reading Get Home, Get Wine, Eat Food, Summertime
Courtney McKinney 