What happens when you go back home and find that you're not home?
A quote snitched from a lovely Black woman in Colorado inspires a thought or two about leading or following... or going it alone our own way
This is personal, and here is why. What happens to those fleeing war and destruction happens to each one of us.
I don’t write a lot about race for several reasons, but when I do, it’s heartfelt. This is one of those times.
Writing about how awful it is gets a lot of eyeballs, and can get plenty of followers. But at what cost?