"The story is told of an African American man standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to a gigantic church building. He was looking at the doors of the church and, at the same time, scratching his head with a puzzled look on his face. As he stood there in a rather befuddled... Continue Reading →
I’m Privileged, So I Pass It On
My Guatemalan daughter, a year after living in my home when we were on our way to visit my family for Thanksgiving, said with tears running down her cheeks, “My family sometimes eats dirt because they’re so hungry and we are going to eat too much food for Thanksgiving!” Yes, I need words like these... Continue Reading →