Swept Under the Rug

“Pain travels through families until someone is ready to feel it.”- Stephi Wagner


My mother was deceased when I found out she had a serious mental illness. She never told me and no one else told me. But even though no one told me, I was 29 years old when she passed away and I had a Master’s Degree in Social Work. How could I have missed that? I play back different scenarios and situations in my head and wonder how differently I might have responded to certain things had I known. I wonder if maybe Continue reading


Black People Are NOT Superhuman

“Niggas from the hood is the best actors. We the ones that gotta wear our face backwards. Put your frown on before they think you soft. Never smile long or take your defense off. Acting tough so much we start to feel hard. Live from the city where they pull cards.”            

J. Cole


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I am convinced that the persona of black people being exceptionally strong, tough, and resilient is in many ways very damaging to our health and our community. Black women are most notably described as being ‘strong black women’. Our black men are perceived Continue reading

Growing Up As A Jehovah’s Witness

Have you ever wondered what it must be like to grow up as a Jehovah’s Witness? I’ve had people ask me this question many times. If you’re curious as to what this experience was like for me, keep reading…

We were poor, black, Jehovah’s Witnesses living in the South. I was raised by my dad who was a single father. He raised me and my two sisters alone.

When people think of JW’s they usually think of people knocking on doors on Saturday mornings and children not being able to celebrate Christmas. Which is accurate, but there is just so much more to it. There were no birthday celebrations, no holidays, no Continue reading

The Journey Continues…

Hello, and welcome to Concrete Roses! My name is Evelyn Webb and I am a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. My goal was to create a blog that focuses on topics that speak to and assist marginalized populations. Concrete Roses serves as a platform for me to share information related to social justice, self-care, and to also share some of the unique and insightful information that I’ve learned over the years through life experiences and while working as a Social Worker. The name of this blog, Concrete Roses, was inspired by a poem written by Tupac Shakur (see below). This is one of my favorite poems and it Continue reading