It was a blessing to be raised by a father who didn't train me to look at people through a lens of color, but even with this advantage, I didn't fully understand until sophomore year of high school. I'm a white female, raised in a middle-class household by a single father. I don't apologize or… Continue reading The Day Racism Died
This is a friend of mine who just started using Patreon again. She's gifted and writes with a hope that still takes into account life's anguish. I'm so very proud of her... Broken Wings My wings were broken before they could even spread. It wasn't you, never your fault. It has always been mine. I… Continue reading Sharing
When we emerge, what will remain? Glimmers of hope, perhaps. Celebrations. Keep your distance. Airplanes will traverse the skies once more. Don't cough. Families reunited. No touching. The residue of fear will linger and it shall be allowed to reign again. You took much more than life. 3/23/2020- TL Harty
Toni L. Harty 