I stared at her and she held out her arms for me. Me. The scary monster. She wanted me. The same person who frightened her, she was seeking comfort from.
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."
