On Letting Go

On Letting Go

“I don’t deserve him.” Just 10 days ago, I said these words, watching my youngest son pedal away on his red bike, thick brown arms looped through his favorite safety green backpack. Three months prior, I said words that in no way resembled the above. Just returning...
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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