Remembering the Dream

I remember the day I marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge. The civil rights activist (Sam Walker) who was only 11 years old himself at the time of the first march, had asked for volunteers to be his Hosea Williams and John Lewis. Our hands shot up. They were the brave souls to lead the marchers on Bloody Sunday. Our courage was much less in stature, but still significant. We wanted to do them justice. We wanted to march for ourselves and our future.

This is Us in 2017

We’re entering unchartered waters as a family. This is where the fun starts.