Aug 5, 2024
I don't remember the exact moment I realized I was "Black," but I'm certain it occurred. What's grating is that those times when I forget I'm supposed to be "Black," I will, soon enough, be reminded.
Written by Super Mrs. C.
Retired teacher. Humorous essayist about Life. Serious essayist about politics and “race.” Aspiring world saver. Cat mama. We can do better than this.