To Be a Woman

When I see a person tripping on drugs in the streets, I think that used to be a student sitting in someone’s classroom, that used to be someone’s baby. That person came from someone’s womb and was placed in their mother’s gentle arms. Reflecting on that pierces my heart, but it keeps me grounded toContinue reading “To Be a Woman”

Too Busy to Care

300 years from now what will our descendants think? They will have so much information on us, it’s truly endless. But when they look back at what remains will they be able to explain what they find. Will it actually make sense? When they find more black babies were aborted than born each year inContinue reading “Too Busy to Care”