On May 18, 1980 at 8:32 am local time,

mtsthelensMt. St. Helens blew its lid. Literally. I remember learning about it the next day at school. I remember seeing images of the clouds of ash and smoke and wondering what one does when a volcano erupts, especially since there were nothing close to a mountain in the place where I lived. I had no idea that someday, a little under two decades after this eruption I would find myself living in the state where it happened.
The first time I encountered Mt. St. Helens up close and personal, my mind needed a few moments to completely register the fact that a chunk of the mountain was missing, even though I knew why. The violence of the eruption was far more clear at that moment than it has been at any time I’ve seen it from the city where I lived, almost 62 miles away.
Yesterday afternoon, I saw a wedding photo that was taken shortly after the volcano had erupted. The wedding party was wearing face masks because of the particles in the air. It was a sad reminder that the more things change, sometimes, the more they stay the same.


Nine years ago…

I wrote about Janet Bath during Black History Month. To celebrate the 50th anniversary of her graduation from Howard Medical School, a scholarship has been established in her honor. Here is more information about her accomplishments.



Hello February.

elewisLast night I was overjoyed to see Google’s doodle of Edmonia Lewis, the first woman of African American and Native American heritage to achieve international recognition as a sculptor. I wrote about her eleven years ago, so I was ecstatic that more people would learn about her. I hope that this also means that more is discovered¬†about her and her groundbreaking body of work.

Happy 123rd Birthday Zora Neale Hurston

zoradoodleThere is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes…Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world– I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.