What Crosses My Mind

  • Racism, Hate, Evil, Bigot … Reality

    I want to wrap my head around the pain, because that is where we belong, we cannot forget the horrific loss, the tragedy of humanity at its finest, buried within the wild constraints of evil. Where does it lie, just waiting? I know myself when I walk into a room, a certain baggage wrapped underneath…

  • When I Was a Child in ’68

    I remember my mother’s tears, In 1963 bullets flew, JFK became a national figure who when his son saluted the world, my mother held onto me, in the den, our family room, I was a four year old boy ~ I didn’t know that the President died and an entire nation cried.. ~ A couple…