When I wrote this essay. I had to reckon with the moments in my life I was silent in the face of racism and bigotry. I was so ashamed. I could barely admit these moments to myself let alone put them in a book. I cringed as I admitted I was too afraid to speak up. Even tho I felt truly overwhelmed with embarrassment writing about it, Iām glad I did. Vulnerability is part of my healing. As I worked on my healing and self-forgiveness, I became so much better at learning how to do better. I became better at listening to others, standing up for others (and myself) taking in information without feeling triggered, and understanding the systems and history that built my fear and outdated thinking. What moments in your life are in need of reflection, healing, and learning ? Now is the time, beloveds. Now is the time.