The wind is blowing again…
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
As a minority, I was not an underdog or poor outcast; I was the wealthy and powerful minority.
With such a small god smeared all over America, it’s not surprising that many turned to politics as their source of hope.
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.