How My Racist Hometown Perfectly Prepared Me To Understand That Black Lives Matter
When I was about six years old, my mom and I were on a walk a few blocks from our house. I looked up and saw a pair of white low-top...
Tchaikovsky. Prison movies. Jane Austen. Fresh ricotta cheese. Old friends. My community. Oxford commas. Supporting children. Equal protection. Progress.
There are so many things that I care deeply about, and I thought I'd share some thoughts with you.