So, I never thought I would see a half-dressed man with his arms crossed, standing with his arms folded, in the lane of the interstate in which I was driving at midnight. I was driving home from White Linen Night in the Heights of Houston. It had been a long and intense day. My daughter … Continue reading
I can’t begin to comprehend the shootings, the violence that happened in Connecticut. I am slowly learning more about the morning and what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School. I’m seeing Facebook posts from my friends, photos forwarded of children that were killed and one of a teacher, Victoria, who saved the lives of everyone in her … Continue reading
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