“I might’ve cried a bit as I drifted into the bliss that is sleep when you need to let go, except suddenly I heard a very distinct rattling and “scrtch, crtsh, skitczh” and from the corner of my eye I saw…”
They are scattered between numerous states and several countries. Many are the ages of those who were killed; almost all of them are engaged in the work of promoting love, negotiating peace, drinking coffee in the wee hours in an effort to stay awake and do the hard work of mercy and justice. I am proud to call them my family, my friends, my sisters and brothers fighting the good fight.
Tonight I had to listen again to Keb Mo’ sing Just Like You — a song I love but had avoided for years because of the