Trigger

It seems so obvious now. I don't want it all to be about race.  I don't.  But I teach mostly Black young people who have told me things like: 1.  My family calls me "white boy," you know, because I'm the one who goes to college. 2.  Slavery ended in, like, 1930 right?  C'mon Ms. [...]

When Crumbs Don’t Bring Them Home

how much can we love them before we armor ourselves against the rocks they will duck, dive, and still not miss; can we give them enough to share and if we do how do we assure that it does not meet the folly of a fickle hand that claims it suspicious, unlikely, and without merit?