by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Feb 14, 2023 | Communication, Leadership, Race Relations
Time To Widen Your Lens I’m frustrated ya’ll. As much as I love conversation and the fact that in some ways we are engaging in more conversations, the lens from which many of us are having them has a very limited scope. People are talking about the Black...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Feb 2, 2023 | Race Relations
Do You? I am saddened by the recent mass shootings in California. My heart has such a heaviness. Oh, have we moved on already? Yes, most likely except Asian communities are still reeling in pain and fear. And now Tyre Nichols, another young Black man is dead...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Jan 18, 2023 | Holidays, Leadership, Politics, Race Relations, Uncategorized
Let The Telling of a Fuller Truth Be Our Gift To You The article caught my attention immediately. The line that got an Amen from my heart was: “MLK was murdered more than 50 years ago. His legacy has been distorted ever since.” There is so much here for me as I...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Jan 11, 2023 | Communication, Conflict Coaching, Holidays, Inner Conflicts, Leadership, Parenting, Race Relations, Self Care
Time to Revisit My 21 Ways to Make a Difference In The World When It Comes to Conflict It’s a new year. Let’s see how many of you can try from the list below. I challenge each of us to do at least 4 things this week. So, here we go again: Encourage...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Nov 16, 2022 | Conflict Coaching, Holidays, Inner Conflicts, Leadership, Politics, Race Relations, ReSoulYOUtions
I watched a video a while back of a little girl about 6 or 7 years old, who had been showered with so many gifts for her birthday that she was literally surrounded by them. Her family gathered around her with excitement. Each family member was lobbying for her to open...
by Dr. Lynne Maureen Hurdle | Jul 27, 2022 | Conflict Coaching, Inner Conflicts, Race Relations
Summing up the Summit In 1975, I was 17 years old and living with my parents and my older sister in the Bronx. I rode the city bus to and from school and one day, when I was about a mile away from home, I noticed that the bus driver did not open the doors when...
