N. sat, her examination gown open to the back, legs dangling over the edge of the table, while the nurse prepared her questionnaire.  She...

I used to believe I was colorblind.  What that meant, to me, was that I thought I could judge people, in the words of Dr. King, not on the b...

I was making small talk with a student as he got up to leave my office, as I usually do at the end of advising conversations: bookending the...

(Cross-posted at BlogHer.com) The other day, my news feed was full of that story.  You know which one.  The story about the black girl who...

My first encounter with the phenomenon of " passing " was a literary one, during a Harlem Renaissance class I took in college; we ...

My son went to day care for Dr. Martin Luther King Day.  I had to work, my husband had to work, so there was no day of service for him, no L...

Have you ever decided not to act, or to give, because you thought you couldn't make enough of a difference? A few weeks ago, NPR featu...