Dear White Lady: What Are You Doing to Us?
John Bazemore/API don’t know your name and I doubt you know mine. Sometimes, we wind up in the grocery store checkout line together. We used to sit a couple of rows apart watching our kids play soccer, tee ball, or some other organized sport they roped us into. Come to think of it, our children graduated from high school in the same class. But I guess in the hustle and bustle of raising kids—washing laundry, loading the dishwasher, and rounding up the troops for a night out at the movies or a dreaded vacation with the in-laws—it was just too hard to get any time to ourselves. The point is, for a lot of years, we’ve been like ships passing in the night. Read more at The Daily Beast. Got a tip? Send it to The Daily Beast here