When they got sick, I wrapped them in blankets and held them close. We laughed and splashed at bath time, we picnicked in the mountains. I was there when they first saw the ocean. But now I am a stranger in Walmart.
It seems week after week news of other child fatalities permeates the media. Coverage of high-profile cases illustrate our collective inability to keep children -- and even those who protect them -- safe.
It's been a time of growing black wealth and influence; an era that saw an African-American man elected president of the world's most powerful nation. With so much progress, why are so many black children still in foster care?