"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
Today I wore my mask for you. And for your child with asthma. And for your daughter who is pregnant. And for your mom who just got done fighting cancer.
For the record, I don’t have a criminal record. Do you know how difficult it is to prove you did NOT do something? That you were NOT somewhere? That you are NOT someone else?
"When my husband goes to a playground with our daughter he constantly stays by her side--if not he gets stares and people wonder what the “big black man” is doing on the park bench."
"I called the seller and was told it was a cash-only offer. I was told, 'I’m sure that takes you off the table'...Come to my White House any time. I can’t wait to have you! Glory to God in the highest. I’m a homeowner."
