There have been times when I was waiting for someone to rescue me and they didn’t. There were people that I thought I could count on, who genuinely loved me, but couldn’t do what I needed to do. They didn’t have what I needed, they couldn’t be my saviors. I have a savior, his name is Jesus. I should not expect anyone to take on the work that only God and I can do. I believe that God has equipped me with everything I need. I also believe that when I don’t have it all that it means that I’m supposed to team up with the right person to do the work together. I wasn’t made to be alone or work solo. I’m a human. I’m a diasporic African. I’m a Christian. To me, those things mean that I’m communal. In community, we have built civilizations, survived the Ma’afa, made a way out of no way, and created beauty in the face of horror. In community, we have and can continue to do great things. We can overcome. We have overcome. We are powerful. I am powerful.
“She need a hero, so that’s what she became” but not alone. Never alone. I have a team.
My Bump, My Birth, My Baby: Herbs for Pregnancy and Family
Saturday, April 25th, 2015 from 3:00 pm – 6:00 pm
Location: Watoto Wetu Academy, Bronzeville, Chicago
Cost: Sliding scale $20-50
Brief Description: This workshop is an introductory herbal demonstration and collective preparation of herbal formulas for the childbearing year. If you are interested in herbal remedies that can be used during pregnancy, to promote self-love in birth, and for the littles ones in your home, then this workshop is for you. After this skill share, participants will be able to take home their herbal preparations along with the confidence to replicate these herbal recipes at home in their healing laboratories.
All proceeds for this workshop will be donated to Watoto Wetu Academy. Watoto Wetu Academy is a community-based independent school. WWA’s Afrikan-centered, holistic education builds community leaders and nurtures the whole child. For more information about Watoto Wetu Academy, please visit their
Rev. Dr. Stephanie Buckhanon Crowder (@stepbcrowder) is the Director of Theological Field Education at Chicago Theological Seminary (full biography at the end). In this guest blog post, Dr. Chowder reflects on the painful experience of being denied tenure, but also on bouncing back, and even seeing the “silver lining,” in this (temporary) professional setback. She offers some tips for other scholars who have been denied tenure to remain resilient.
To Be Conditionally Unaccepted
“Isn’t it crazy how the world tries to make us ashamed of so much.” I heard this recently from someone describing shame emanating from unexpected health challenges. Things beyond our control can so quickly become a source of embarrassment. Pride, professional expectations, and pretention easily spiral to chagrin. When plans do not go, well, according to plan, it is common to press the “shame on you” default button. Discussing success is the academy is…
I turned in my final paper for the semester on a Saturday night (technically Sunday morning, I think) a few weeks ago and thus finished up my first year here at Notre Dame. The last year has flown by and I can’t believe it’s already summer. I’m going to be staying in South Bend, tutoring Latin, taking a class this summer (Patristic and Medieval Interpretation of the Psalter with Ann Astell), and preparing for my own class in the Fall (teaching Latin 1).
Here are some bits of advice I’ve come up with from this year:
1) Don’t take everything personally. You are not your work. You could absolutely fail every exam and paper and your worth wouldn’t reduce a single iota. It is extremely easy to get wrapped up in our work, staking out our identities in what we study. You have value beyond your Eco-Feminist reading of Virgil…
Originally posted on Fusion: Not all girl scouts are concerned with peddling shortbread cookies. There’s one troop of young girls in Oakland that discusses matters of racial inequality and wear brown berets in an homage to radical civil rights groups. The girls,…
Wasn’t I supposed to be writing about my Sabbatical? Oh, yeah, my bad. Let me work on this. Watching Game of Thrones, Season 4. Was happy to see women with small natural breasts. Weird thought. Only in an imaginary land is it okay to have natural and small breasts. I’m sure I’m exaggerating. Maybe not?
This is going to be super random. I’m happy to have electricity at home. It was off for 4 days. My husband did some awesome stuff today, the Comed tech did some cool work, shout out to the “line watcher”. Weirdest job ever. Standing near a downed power line watching it until it’s fixed. I’m actually impressed by this person but it seems like it would be no fun at all. Lawn chair, please? I appreciate his work though, for real! Thankful.
Grumpy about racism, sexism, classism, and other stupidity that hurts people and separates. More work to do. Not all my work. But I need to say stuff sometimes. Sometimes i say what I shouldn’t. I want to get more wisdom and learn how to articulate better and explain more clearly and choose my battles.
Originally posted on Manda Writes Things: Last week one of my Facebook friends posted a link to a blog entry titled My Husband Doesn’t Need to See Your Boobs. I didn’t want to click on it, because I was sure…