I am sick to my stomach. I am mad. I am scared. I am… The harder my heart races, the more I feel for my brothers and sisters whose hearts have stopped. Not from old age. Not from an accident. But from an unnecessary, hate filled, racist, MURDER. The thing that angers me the most,Continue reading “Emmett, Trayvon, Sandra, Ahmaud, and Everyone In between…”
These are hard times, even tragic for some people. And to get through it, we all wear a mask or two at times. To save save face for friends, family, children. My mask is anger. What’s yours?