This summer, we are planning an epic family road trip, one that I hope deepens the girls connection to the land and our history.
You know that moment you have that stops you in your tracks? The ones that make you smile from ear to ear, or laugh so hard you might cry… Moments that temporarily make you loose a sense of place and time because all that matters right now is this place and time? That’s joy. And for black folks, it’s not simply a luxury, but it’s a necessity.
I need more margin for error in my tightrope of a life, and perhaps that margin is found outside my comfort zone.
Funny thing happens when you teach children history in context, they gain perspective.