The comments about James Andrews were not constructive or thoughtful discourse about the use of social media, but were insensitive attacks against my husband’s character.
Rolling through the lobby with our Barack Obama shirts and dreadlocks, I’m sure that we looked like straight up gangsters.
This weekend I had a great day with my son. He gave me a big long hug and remarked on what a great time we had together and told me that he loved me.
The red balloon was the celebrity; we were just entourage. However being in the presence of such greatness wasn’t easy or without cost.
