“I think you’re racist….” It didn’t matter that he was a stranger. And just because the accusation came through a Facebook message, it didn’t make
“I’m good.” It only took a second to say, but as soon as the words rolled off my tongue, conviction hit my heart. I quickly
You know the neighbor who won’t mow their yard – or the one who lets their dog poop in yours? It’s OK to love them.
My armpits were sweating to the point I felt the seam of my shirt begin to stick to my side each time I maneuvered the