What’s fair anyway?

What happens if there’s no one specific person to blame? That’s where we parents get the phrase, life sometimes isn’t fair.

Matching Energy

My family tends to bring the best out of me, even when I’m not at my best.

Black to the Woods

How a weekend camping with two other black families led to healing and restoration.

A dream (not) deferred…

One of my favorite poems from my youth is the Langston Hughes classic that reads: What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore–And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it…