Dreaming of Dr. King

I once had a conversation at school with a first grade student. It was snack time, and, as she saw me approaching the eating area, the student called out to me:

“Mrs. McDavid, Mrs. McDavid!” Olivia’s hand was up and signaling for me to join her.

I walked over to her table and sat down. “What’s up?”

“Did you know that before, if we were at a school with all black people or a school with all white people, I couldn’t sit with you?”

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All The Same, All That Matters

I am working to turn this poem I wrote into a song:

Inside

there is

no offending color

All the same

All that matters

It’s the beating of the heart

the working of the brain

the moving of the blood

All the same, all the same

It’s the Spirit of God

it’s the soul that remains

tell your brother that you love him

give your sister her place

Good night

And a very good Day

when the Lord comes down

and He carries it away

He’ll bring His color

and nothing else will remain

All the same

All that matters

Ephesians 2:14-16


A Teen’s Questions for Me After the George Floyd Tragedy

Last year, during the height of the George Floyd tragedy, our Facebook feeds were full of posts that expressed the anger, frustration, and guilt that people were feeling.

That was to be expected. However, I quickly grew weary of seeing it.

So I wrote a post:

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