I was born to be a storyteller. I didn’t realize that it was in my blood until I realized that my ancestors were lynched and killed for learning how to read or write. I didn’t realize that I was born to be a storyteller until I realized that my mother and my father struggled and fought to ensure that I graduated from high school, college and graduate school. I didn’t realize that I was born to be a storyteller until I started telling stories that made a difference in the lives of others. I didn’t realize that I was born to be a storyteller until I started telling stories that made people feel good about where they are, and better about where they are going. I was born to be a storyteller. Ask my ancestors. #myblackhistory
Mental Illness and People of Color: No Need to Suffer in Silence Because the month of July is nationally recognized as Bebe Moore Campbell National Minority Mental Health Awareness Month, I am not going to talk about marketing or public relations tips this week. Instead, I think that is it important to discuss the frequently swept-under-the-rug…
We need to retain both our employees and our offices so that when the self-quarantine orders are lifted, we have people and places to return with and to.
Leadership Lesson: #Rio2016 Female Athletes Smash the Sports Glass Ceiling The 2016 Summer Olympics provided a strong platform where women, specifically women of color, smashed the sports glass-ceiling. From winning first-ever gold medals to defending titles, female athletes dominated the games and represented their countries. The unprecedented feats that women achieved during this year’s games speaks…
It’s always interesting to me to think about how selective we can be with storytelling. Sometimes this exclusivity can be beneficial; we cut out the unnecessary to make room for the more interesting. But other times, it can be detrimental for entire groups of people. For example, news outlets regularly lack stories featuring successful women, whether…