I’m a white girl, but all my role models are black women

I’m a white girl, but all my role models are black women

My role models are courageous women throughout history I’ve read about in books. They are artists, entrepreneurs, friends, and women who have influenced my genealogy research skills.

I’m a white girl, but all my role models are black women.

Becoming fearless and facing 40

Becoming fearless and facing 40

I have become more comfortable in my own skin. There are still things that I want to change about myself, and I will continue to work on those things through out my life. I am proud of who I have become over the past year, and I see possibilities for my future in a way that I didn’t before.

The Content of our Character

The Content of our Character

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.” How do I judge the content of this man’s character when recording and preserving his life history?

Our Family Is… Framing Your Family Story

Our Family Is… Framing Your Family Story

I had an amazing time at our family reunion last month.

One of the things I enjoy most about spending time with my extended family was all of the conversations and storytelling.

My family loves to talk and to tell stories.

As I chose the theme for our family reunion, I built it around our family stories. I believe that words are powerful. The words that we use to tell our personal narrative, and frame our family stories can uplift, and create better bonds and connections. They can also do the opposite…

Getting to Know the People in my Neighborhood

Getting to Know the People in my Neighborhood

Though gifted people statistically account for about 2 to 3% of the overall population, the more time I spent getting to know the people in my neighborhood, and surrounding community, the more gifted people I found. It was reassuring knowing that we weren’t alone.

I’m afraid of sharing too much with friends

I’m afraid of sharing too much with friends

It was July. My friends and I were at the lake, sitting in the sand, near the shore. I wasn’t surprised by their looks as I finished talking. All three women stared at me. At least one in the group had her head cocked slightly. I know that baffled, twenty four...

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