Grace at the Polling Place

She was heading up the steps slowly but surely. Although we were going to the same place, we came from different places. I suspect that she had been voting before the Voting Rights Act of 1965 assured that she could vote and that her vote would count. I’ve never had to worry about that. I… Continue reading Grace at the Polling Place

That’s Not How Boys Talk- A Letter to My Daughters

Dear B and A, Your mom and I have always done our best to teach you to see the best in others and the best in yourself. The world will send you mixed messages about who you are and whose you are at almost every turn. While equality seems a given to some, you still… Continue reading That’s Not How Boys Talk- A Letter to My Daughters