Credit: primipil It has been awhile. What I had hoped to do in 2025: posting weekly….then bi-monthly…..then monthly…is not what I had the inner strength to sustain. Simply put: I was overwhelmed. Since January, every day there has been some change spearheaded by the Executive Branch that has been more shocking than the day before. I wanted to look away, but found myself scouring various platforms on policy changes that were announced. By late spring and summer, I was e

wildpixel I wouldn’t be where I am without a Diversity, Equity and Inclusion (DEI) program—though we didn’t call it that back then. I was a high-achieving kid growing up in a working-class Italian and Irish American neighborhood where I was constantly reminded that I didn’t belong. I often felt ugly, stupid, and other. That otherness made me stand out—and eventually, for some time, made me shrink. One turning point came in middle school. I had raised my hand again and again

Image from Governor Desantis' website Florida is not just a state—it’s a nation unto itself. If I had to choose anywhere to live in the world, Florida would not have been my first choice. Starting over, personally and professionally, I needed a place to call home, and due to various factors related to family circumstances, Florida was the best temporary option. Almost two years later, I am becoming accustomed to its sociopolitical landscape. At first I thought the dynamic

Before I ever knew the word "Reaganomics," I felt its weight. That weight hit home when in the early 1980s my family moved from Brooklyn to Long Island, NY and it was just one of many decisions shaped by U.S. economic policies—policies that disproportionately impacted working class people, especially women, then, and continue to do so now. Our move was triggered by crack-cocaine sweeping into our tight knit Afro-diasporic neighborhood. We also began to see the early signs