I know a young man who is from Sudan, and though we share no common blood, I have had the privilege to call him son. His skin is as dark and beautiful as the soil of Minnesota’s farmland and his mother has (thankfully) taught him to take pride in that, as well as in his… Read More
BLOG: On Bias, part 2
“Bias is the stories that we tell, before we know the truth.” Read More
POEM: Sweatbands, A Worldview
I remember well The day my black son walked onto the court With a sweatband on his forehead (It was a particularly sweaty season). The coaches nearly lost their minds. Cocky, arrogant, and full of bad attitude Is what they said. Absolutely no player Would display that show of insolence on their court. Sweat in… Read More
BLOG: Everywhere and nowhere all the time.
Yesterday, these words came to me through email. They came from my former seminary professor and the Artistic Director of the Penumbra Theatre, Sarah Bellamy. I was so struck by these words, I sat with them all day long. I ponder those of us who get to use our vulnerability as a shield, and those… Read More
Cathy Mia Kolwey 