When we saw her sit down and her tears begin, we dropped to our knees in front of her and joined hands forming a circle with to share and acknowledge her sorrow. What a gift to share our collective grief with this stranger-friend for a moment.
Author: Mimi Chapman: Writing about the intersection of personal and professional life
Professor, School of Social Work, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I started this blog because I enjoy reflecting on different parts of life and work and sharing that with others.
The Sam Saga
Originally posted on McGowanBlog:
UNC Chancellor Carol Folt resigned yesterday—and took the remnants of the campus’s Confederate monument out the door with her. While the…
Preparation
We stood speechless as we scrolled through the images that she had sent without captions. Utter misery inflicted on desperate people at our Southern border. How in God’s name are we allowing this?
Angels Unaware
This post is an edited version of a remembrance I gave at a memorial service yesterday, October 27th. This has been such an awful week,
Pray for the Woman
His voice broke most notably when he recounted his 10-year-old daughter suggesting that their family “pray for the woman.” His tears at that moment are no coincidence. They are evidence of guilt, a guilt that he does not believe he can confess, take responsibility for, and atone for. Such a situation is ripe for the anguish and rage we saw on display.
Seventeen
And then I told him what twenty-something me took away from watching Anita Hill, although I could not have articulated it then.
