Memoir

I used to feel awkward when I divulged that my entire family was dead. I no longer find this embarrassing, however. My family showed generosity to those in need, actively attempted, in a big way, to heal racism right under our roof and stopped the devastating cycle of poverty and injustice in the family line. I think that’s what kept us — the family members ourselves — and those witnessing us, enthralled. We were all at the edge of our seats, hearts in our throats with the hope of beating the odds. But as Joni Mitchell sang: “ That was just a dream some of us had…”