Being a single mother is tough. Doing the same job during a global pandemic has been nothing short of a seemingly impossible task that managed to get completed with each passing day. In March of 2020, as I was packing my luggage to make one of my many usual trips to Washington, D.C. for my work as National Director of Civic Engagement at NALEO Educational Fund, I received an e-mail letting all of the meeting attendees know that the gathering was canceled until further notice. Later that day, I...

The past few weeks have been wrought with the type of pain that sits heavy in my body, existing and spanning into all areas of my life. It’s a pain that many Black, Brown and Indigenous people live with. It’s a pain that many mothers live with. I listened to Daunte Wright’s mother recount the horrifying instance of her last conversation with her son moments before he was killed, his humanity laid bare by police who apparently did not see him as a whole person enough to distinguish between a gun...