That Area Between Black and White
For weeks now, most of my sisters and brothers and I have been holding our breath. I am not sure we knew it, but we were. We didn’t stop doing the work, speaking out, ripping off scabs to publicly reveal our wounds, begging to be heard, crying out for a better choice – there are …
I’ve been holding my breath or maybe it’s zoning out. Or zoning in. I’m not the only one. The news comes at us from all directions lately, but there is a chorus from another channel that is coming to the fore. It’s getting louder and clearer through the din of whining men and greedy, lying …