Why I Choose to Do the Hard Thing

Why I Choose to Do the Hard Thing

It was a cold and rainy night in early February. I stood in the dark, on the property of Mr. Jacob Burkle, whose home was a depot on the Underground Railroad. I shivered from the cold but also from a fear that had suddenly come over me from out of nowhere. Was I as...
The Art of Desegregation

The Art of Desegregation

I knew that my future husband, Tom, was a different kind of guy when he announced on one of our first dates, “So, I have this lifelong mission statement.” First of all, anyone who knows my husband is not surprised. Tom is nothing if not intentional. Everything from...
The Worn Dirt Path That Exposed My Prejudice

The Worn Dirt Path That Exposed My Prejudice

I had a good childhood. I was loved, cared for, and protected from everything. I had no idea what racial prejudice was. And bias? I thought it was a journalistic term to avoid. I grew up a farm girl living in the culturally poor Heartland, and very little has changed...

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