A defense of Critical Race Theory, especially after the Pandemic.
His name was Patrick and he was lost. And he wasn’t just lost, he was hopelessly, frantically lost and no… Read more I Was a Lost Boy Too
A simple kayaking trip turned terrifying, a fishing trip becoming a running of the bulls, and other fantastic parenting dos and do nots.
She was a glorious Black woman, of an age that could have been forty or sixty five, wearing a green… Read more Juneteenth, In This America
“I didn’t tell anyone about my near-sex experience until maybe twenty years later when that memory came up in my mind, unbidden and I just started laughing about it. Then I told my wife and she laughed too.”