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thandiwe Dee Watts‑Jones
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The beat that drums throughout my work as a writer, psychologist, family therapist, and teacher is passion in the service of healing and liberation. It is my dance.
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Wicked: Scrambling the Paradigm of Evil vs Good, Part I
A couple of weekends ago, I went to see
Wicked,
along with my daughter and her nearly nine year-old son. The play is in its 20th year and had been on my 'go see list' for some time, because…
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Spaciousness
We also give ourselves space by not being our own jailers. By granting ourselves compassion, room to be human and imperfect, and to learn over time. To be vulnerable to self-doubt, unraveling, and hurt, to be honest with ourselves and others.…
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Self-care: An Act of Liberation
I am grateful that my grief spills in loud sobs now or rants. There was an earlier period of months of murdered Black men and women when I fell numb. Like my feelings had burned to ash.…
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thandiwe Dee Watts-Jones
Psychologist-Family Therapist | Social Justice Advocate | Writer
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The Castle
In the months after my mom died, an urge mushroomed inside me. I needed to go back to the begining, to where my ancestors last stood on their land, before the Maafa, the Great Disaster, otherwise known as the Middle Passage. That urge took me to Elmina Castle in Ghana, and forever marred the term castle.
Crowded House
My 85 year old mother, a widow, lived alone in Atlanta, her birth town turned mega city. Increasingly, with every visit I made, the dining and kitchen tables, the floor under the kitchen table and the counters were being swallowed in stacks of paper and folded plastic. I didn't know then, but these were signs of dementia. A reader of the essay, a doctor, wrote in to the NY Times to say this. He was right.