These Eyes.

Dear Mom, I recognize those eyes. They hold so much truth. No matter the smile we muster, no matter the chuckle we give… those eyes… they tell our stories. They tell more than our lips choose to utter. They’ve seen more of people’s true identities than we ever cared to know. Those eyes. I recognize…

Sweet, Philly.

I read an article today that noted that the Philly City Council has formally apologized for the deadly 1985 bombing of the Black Liberation group called MOVE. Police used war weapons on people who wanted freedom. Five years before I was born. We deserve so many apologies. Yet, we spend our days, careers and lives…