When something bone-shaking and heartbreaking happens to you, something that punches you in your gut, something that makes you feel like you’re seasick on dry land…sometimes you wake up the next morning and briefly, very briefly, you think that all is well…nothing has changed. And then the truth comes creeping in, slyly and … More

Giving Up Hate

   I grew up in the 1950s and 60s in a home where the “N-word” was used routinely. My father was afraid of the Civil Rights movement and he was very vocal about it. “I will not cut N___ hair” was his mantra. He also drank, going to a bar almost every night after the … More Giving Up Hate