Part one of a three-part saga about our youngest son. — My phone rang in my pocket. The vibration startled me because I was walking the bus line of the elementary school where I was the principal. The day was June 7th, 2011. It was unbearably hot and humid, and I was ready for these buses to take these kids home…

It’s fun watching them squirm under pressure. — I am not writing this to disparage writers who don't answer comments on their articles. I understand that some writers receive such high engagement and multitudes of comments that it's next to impossible to interact with readers. …

She abandoned me because I didn’t love her. — I was sitting in my easy chair, wondering why I couldn’t write a word on the page. I thought about the cursor teasing me when a text message appeared on my phone. I looked at it with curiosity because an image was attached. Should I open it, I thought. It…

However, race is an artificial social construct used to oppress, so in reality, she was correct. — For several days I've pondered the suspension of Whoopie Goldberg from the View. I didn't know what she said until later since I hadn't read much news that day. I've read the comments several times and attempted to unpack what I believe she was trying to state to the audience…

Has Martin’s Dream morphed into a blues song — He built a dream from powerful words Spoke over masses of eager dreamers Ready to break the chains of oppression Change America toward an equal direction The Blues of Martin Is his dream shot dead Was equality all in our heads Did aspiration die with him in Memphis Extinguished by…

When do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few or the one? — "Jazmine, call 911. Your mom is about to pass out!" That was my frantic call to my 18-year-old daughter the day after Christmas, 2021. My heart was in my throat as I held my wife's arm and guided her to the bed. …

A poem — A couple of weeks ago, we watched as three evil and racist individuals were found pronounced guilty of Ahmaud Aubrey’s murder. They thought they would get away with this and not serve a day in jail for a lynching in bright daylight. Instead, an otherwise sunny day ended with a…

I had to bring him back to the fight, but it's a conversation I am tired of having. — He came to me visibly upset. It hit him in the face like a wet dishcloth. The Rittenhouse verdict was in, and once again, he saw the double-dealing and ugliness of the justice system. He shook with rage and disappointment. Hope sapped from his soul as he wiped angry and…