While microaggressions may seem small, they are often anything but.
Since falling down the stairs, hitting my head, getting concussed, and experiencing a panic attack, I’ve found I’ve had to be diligent about rest to heal my brain, body, and spirit. It has been a humbling experience.
I hold a fear that I will find myself, like so many in my family, seeking answers from healthcare providers only to receive dismissive responses that delay life-saving diagnoses.
When our family spent a few days in the San Francisco Bay Area this week, I couldn’t help but notice how different my experience of race was there.
After reading Yoke, I can’t say that I have all the answers – but doling out answers isn’t the point of the book. More often than not, Stanley doesn’t recommend a path of action or a road to follow. Instead, she offers her own personal self-examination as a path for the reader to take or leave.