The type of white people that my father had warned me about. The type that only want to keep you down. It's something that I had instantly noticed when I moved here two weeks ago. Faces of color seemed to be few and far between. I found myself searching every street and every crowd to see if I wa...
Two days ago was the last time I’d enjoyed the illusion of life being normal. In forty-eight hours, I’d packed up my life into the back of my car and given away what wouldn't fit. None of it mattered to me; not what was in the car, or what had been given away. With the exception of my online clot...