The color of me…

In my previous posts on the homeless, poverty and the “ghetto”, you got to peek into my teaching career.  This post is a continuation of that theme. The air was hot and humid.  There was no air conditioner inside that old building and you could smell the...

No place like home…

A month ago, my dad reminded me of some things.  I hope you have someone in your life who believes in you like my dad believes in me. I love you because you are strong.  My old friend often tells me how he admires your strength. I love you because you are a good...
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