So my hoodie is up for Trayvon Martin and for all the brown boys who are watched when they enter the store or take a short-cut through another neighborhood.
We meet people through social media and we form opinions that may or may not be who they really are. Just in case maybe we should try to be nice and smile.
We jumped out, ran/pulled our luggage through the train station and cleared security and customs within 5 minutes – we still had a chance to make our train!
I think that’s going to be one of my new year’s sayings: oh well.
Just as Grandpa John took his last breath, my son awoke from his nap and wandered into the room.
I miss how close we used to be. But at least we had Harry. Harry Potter and the Wizarding World was always an easy thing between us.
