I have two shoe box-sized gift boxes stacked neatly in my office on the ledge that would house pillows if I were the type of person who would buy window nook pillows instead of just talking about buying window nook pillows. Mostly, they sit there, untouched. And every now and then, something may get tossed … Continue reading When no shoe box in the world is big enough to hold your memories
One day, my husband I will have to change our children's reality about what it means to be black before someone does it for us. And I dread that day.