by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Jan 7, 2020
I can remember when Dr. King was killed. My mother sobbed and my dad looked profoundly sad. They had moved my sister and I into an all white neighborhood three years before his death and we were dealing with a lot. My parents, my mother in particular, knew that the...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Jul 14, 2016
I am lay down flat on my back, can’t get out of bed, Done, FINISHED, sick of this TIRED! I am OVERwhelmed, cried out, what does it take to make people understand our pain TIRED. I am looking at my beautifully and wonderfully made Black Sons who are fearful for their...
