Multiracial, intergenerational communities have proudly proclaimed that Black lives matter. But "Black lives matter" seems to be associated only with Black men. I want to tell you, Mom, that when I chant those three words, when I march, lie in the streets, or raise my hands symmetrically in the air, I do so to assert your humanity too. You are worthy.
From Arron, his death and now from Jim, I have learned so much about living life. Doing things that scare you, saying "yes" as much as possible, being exhausted in a good way. From Jim, I have learned that some risks are fun and have adventuresome outcomes and some are not worth taking. The trick is knowing the difference.
The letter stated that I was "obviously responsible" for "taking care of your husband's obligations" and that if they did not receive payment in full within 30 days, they would take further action. Did I mention that almost all of the officers of said financial institution were guests at our wedding? And his funeral?