Hour Eight | Equality

If you’re reading this– you are super awesome for coming back! Thank you.

First things first: today is #EqualPayDay.  This year, April 4 marks the day in which (on average) a woman had to work all the way through (from all of 2016 up until today!) to earn what her male counterparts made in 2016 alone. And the date changes depending on who the woman is. Even though President John F. Kennedy signed the Equal Pay Law in 1963, women still only earn (around) 83 cents for every dollar– and that’s only white women. That number goes down for women of color.  If this upsets you, there are a few things you can do. You can spread awareness about this, you can encourage others to contact congress, and/or you can contact your legislators about this issue. Although we’ve come a long way over the years, there is still progress to be made.


Okay, now that we’ve talked about that,  you may (or may not) have noticed I’m a couple of days behind–if you read my last post you know that Kaelahday was a reeeeeeeally long day (and yesterday was like a National holiday for Cincinnatians–Opening Day–and it seemed like the entire city congregated downtown. This made for a long day and a headache of a parking situation for those of us who were actually working yesterday).  But I won’t make excuses–as my best friend sometimes reminds me, “Excuses are monuments of nothingness…they build bridges to nowhere.”

So, I won’t make excuses. But I will admit that although I woke up at 7:00 am on Sunday morning, I just couldn’t peel myself out of the bed until a little after 1:00 pm. Yikes. I know, I know– but my time was spent intermittently dozing off in conjunction with reading Jesmyn Ward’s The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks about Race.

The fire this time     51BnrL6ssDL

The collection of poems and essays is a corollary to James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time (which I have to admit, I’m reading for the first time now, too).

Here’s where I also admit that I am a recovering bookaholic. I almost always have a stack of books next to my bed or on my dining room table. So here’s the problem: I have SO many good intentions, but I usually end up renewing the books like seven times before I actually get around to reading them (if I even get a chance to read them on the first go around).  I have a true book problem. When I go into libraries or book stores, it’s (what I think is) like what a kid who loves candy experiences when they walk into a candy store. I see so many good books that I just MUST read. And I have many reasons:  The author is interesting, the story is one I need to know more about, someone recommended I read it, the cover looks pretty…Yes, I said the cover looks pretty. 

Does anyone else share this problem with me???

41BAQ5TP0KL          514bvjOLbfL

I’m happy to report that I did actually finish a book recently– Jodi Piccoult’s Small Great Things, which is a story about privilege, power, and race. After I (hopefully!) finish the two books I mentioned above, next up is J.D. Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and Culture in Crisis, which is Vance’s true story about “growing up in the lower middle class Appalachian communities of the mountains of southeastern Ohio and eastern Kentucky.” I’m not certain when I’ll actually begin reading it. Let’s hope I don’t pick up another stack of books before doing so.

What are you reading? What are some “can’t miss” stories you’d recommend? Please comment below.


About Desiré

During my 20-year climb to economic self-sufficiency, I've inched my way from being a teenaged single-mother and high school dropout to completing a postgraduate degree and working as a Social Justice Advocate.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s