I look into these dark brown eyes and wonder "when does this sweet face turn into a dangerous face?" At what point does my sweet baby boy turn into someone who is feared? At what point will those who comment on his manners or his personality start to view him with suspicion? At what point … Continue reading My Trayvon
being black
My Worst Nightmare
Trayvon Martin's story could one day be my son's story. Like Trayvon, my son is black. Right now it doesn't affect his life much--but one day (in 11 years) he'll be a 17-year-old black man walking the streets in a predominately white neighborhood. By virtue of his skin color, he will be suspicious. I thought … Continue reading My Worst Nightmare
Embracing Imperfection 