About

Though I graduated with a computer technology degree in 1983, as a compromise with my father who wanted me to be in business, as opposed to English literature or creative writing, I have always been interested in healing racism,  economic inequality and war as well as caring for the environment.  I became a journalist and activist over the years to bridge this need. During that time, I learned I was a survivor of child sexual abuse, which leaves one feeling fragmented, disconnected,  ashamed and mistrustful about the world. I also learned that all of us have human developmental needs, and that unresolved needs recur in successive generations. As I healed, I began to realize that part of my healing and source of strength came from finding and healing our global family. Our world is still yet so fragmented. One cannot progress to caring about others and the greater good in society, nor stewardship of the environment and altruism if one early needs as a child have been disrupted and as an adult is not aware of the healing. In recent months due to this past presidential election, I have  begun to feel that the need is even more urgent. And as a survivor of child sex abuse, I am yet not sure how/when/if I should merge all my blogs under my name. I, like the world, still feel somewhat fragmented — although I love to own my whole collective ancestry from out of Africa, since the beginning of time and around the world, which gives me an inner strength and connection,   when it comes to my professional life (where much the world’s populace still refuses to connect the dots) I find myself somewhat afraid to put it all together. For now, I have come to the point where I am at least ready to acknowledge and give space to this part of me that is still yet hidden. Which is why I’ve started “When I Awoke” blog to express the part of me that yearns for this healing and may someday “come out” as an integrated person with a voice that feels that it matters” I feel it is the voice that millions tuck away, unexpressed, perhaps even unconsciously. It is the voice of people of color as well as white supremacists, the voice of the working man beneath his gruff exterior, the politician beneath his enormous public persona – the innocent child, as well as the abuser who has yet to heal.