Tag Archives: life

Blind leading the blind

3 Mar

Early Friday morning, I tried to relax as I soaked in the sights at the buzzing DFW airport. A couple next to me with two small girls giggled and joked as they awaited their fate on standby. A superdad proudly strolled about with a little one nestled into his chest in a baby wrap normally worn by mommys. Coolest thing ever.

Finally, it was time to board my section. As I merged into the line to board my flight to Boston, I noticed a couple a few heads before me: Each held a long metal rod in their right hand. The woman rested her left hand on the man’s right shoulder as he stood slightly before her, occasionally waving his guiding stick to know when to inch forward in the snaking line.


Intrigued, I continued to watch the pair, independent of a seeing companion or assistance from the airline navigate this process. They walked past the agent scanning each ticket and eased down the thin winding corridor that led to our plane, their guiding sticks the only marker of their disability.

I was impressed to say the least. There was one small hiccup where the maze abruptly turned right and the couple continued straight until a seeing passenger walking behind them led them back from an impending dead end. Whew. Close call. They were gracious. After the helpful passenger steered them in the right direction, they were back on their way.

In the same synchronized steps, they boarded the plane. Stepping aboard they quickly found their seats (how?), declining the flight attendant’s offer to help. Once we landed, the man independently, found their bags at baggage claim. I still have no idea how he knew which luggage was theirs by simply touching the bags.

I walked up next to him to grab my massive luggage off the swiveling carousel and was tempted to mention how amazing it was to witness such a thing. But I didn’t want to patronize them or make them feel like they were an amusement trick. Obviously, normalcy was prized.

I wondered when they had lost their sight. But most importantly, I wondered who in their lives had assured them that they could do anything and equipped them with the tools to do so.

I saw with my own eyes the blind literally leading the blind, gingerly, confidently and yes, correctly. And when they got off track, once reset, they plowed ahead with the same stride, same confidence, not cowering, unapologetically walking in ownership and agency.

When navigating life, we all have our limits. How can we push consistently push past them? How can we develop the confidence to walk out in faith even knowing that mistakes may be inevitable? These two were a great example.


New Growth

8 Dec

Hair is a historically precious currency in the Black community–its length, style and texture was both the owner’s passport and credit rating.


In the days where straight hair ruled supreme, those with naturally kinky textures had to convert this raw material through chemicals and/or hot combs into a more socially acceptable mass.

But the magic was simply temporary. Within a matter of time, water, sweat or simple new growth–a fresh crop of raw, unprocessed, unstraightened hair–foiled the transformation. Like Cinderella’s golden carriage gave way to its pumpkin origins, the tight coils would always eventually return.

I’ve been natural since college. . .kinda. I couldn’t wait to leave home and all I knew to start fresh with my unprocessed, unstraightened curls. Haha. It was much harder than I imagined.

My attempts at twists, afros and everything in between looked nothing like images I dreamed of. For me, it represented the change from the girl I was to the woman I wanted to be: free, empowered and confident. A woman embracing what she was naturally given.

But the reality simply didn’t match the ideal. I had no idea how to manage, style and maintain what grew from my head. Luckily, one of the girls on campus helped me. She would transform my hair through intricate braids and designs. Love her for it.

My dreadlock journey is about nine years old. But like my initial naturalhair trials, it hasn’t been an easy one.

I had to learn how to care for them. Through warm weather, cold weather, through hair color, through thinning ends and intense swimming sessions in chlorine pools, I’ve had to cut my locks in two big chops over the years to ensure their health.

Health over looks. That’s become my mantra. So over the past year I made the decision to stop coloring my locks. Now, I can literally track the growth by the black roots.

In many ways, my hair journey has modeled my life. From the outside looking in, sometimes I’ve felt stunted. I’ve mocked its snail’s pace and felt my accomplishments should mirror my expectations and the growth of others. But my most frustrating moments, I am forced to turn my eyes inward, forced to examine the roots. And I remember that’s where the future lies: the new growth.

Dealing Life’s Cards

2 Jun

Bees in a hive. That’s what life feels like at times to me. A place filled with beings with interchangeable faces and limbs, each trying fruitlessly to declare to the world his or her unique value. But what separates one from another? Several years ago, in London, surrounded by fellow theatre lovers, I learned the answer. Continue reading


Stop and Smell the BBQ

3 Jul

BBQing is therapeutic, I noted as I lounged beneath the stainless sky catching wafts of hickory smoke escaping  the charred grill. Think about it. It’s an activity squarely between man and nature, where all of the troubles of the world temporarily subside and the biggest dilemma is shooing away rebellious flies and knowing when to flip the chicken, beef and pork. Continue reading


Rain Dance

19 Dec

It was one of those days: You know, those once in a blue moon 24-hour Murphy’s Law Days completely dedicated to fighting the elements.

My white flag was waved when I arrived at my evening gig soaked to the bone, bra and all. I still don’t know whether to blame my missing umbrella, my genius decision to simply walk to the mall rather than wait an extra 10 minutes for the next shuttle, or the rain men who saw fit to start a monsoon-worthy downpour when I was literally smack, dab and in the middle of nowhere with no place for shelter. Continue reading


Wake Up and Dream

22 Jun

“The whole point of education is to replenish the system.” These simple words from a stranger rocked my core. Replenish. Not upgrade. Replenish. Like inventory, products that simply are restocked when one batch depletes. People as products is a harsh analogy. But is it true? Continue reading


Cakes and Caskets

24 Mar

Amidst fluttering paper fans and strumming organ chords, I couldn’t help but notice the absence of green in the sanctuary’s St. Patrick’s Day crowd. Continue reading