Month: March 2020

June 14, 2018 By Micha James There is a thin line between sanity and insanity!  This school year has caused me to pray the prayers of my great-grandmother more than ever: “Lord, please keep me in my right mind …” I am the mother of a rising ninth-grader who experienced one of the worst school years.  As… Continue reading Closed mouths don’t get fed

December 14, 2017 By Micha James I am very open about having been raped in 2003, but I talk very little about being sexually assaulted in high school and molested in the eighth grade.  I delayed telling an authority about each incident because I was in shock, embarrassed and seemingly cared more about the perpetrators and… Continue reading Are we ready to talk?

December 8, 2016 Micha James Guest Columnist My maternal grandmother passed away close to Easter and, as death usually does, it created a new normal for me.  Much of my life was consumed by her in recent years, and I became extremely anxious about what the holidays would be like without her. For weeks, I… Continue reading I thought I would have the holiday blues…

October 6, 2016 Micha James Guest Columnist He is 5-foot-8.5, 175 pounds at 12 years old and he is my son.  He wears his height and weight as badges of honor, especially when people think he is older than what he is. What kid wouldn’t?  I fuss at least twice a week about him keeping… Continue reading Being black is too much

June 16, 2016 Micha James Guest Columnist My grandmother passed away on the 25th of March, which was also Good Friday. I had the opportunity to spend every night with her in hospice the week prior to her death.  It was an experience I pray to NEVER forget. The conversation, the jokes, the pain, the… Continue reading Make sure you’re present in people’s lives