The trunk was an eyesore. It was big and ugly with patches of its black cover missing, revealing the wood underneath. The wooden slats were dirty, and the metal hinges were rusty. The interior was…
Uncovering Our History Through The Relics Left Behind
The trunk was an eyesore. It was big and ugly with patches of its black cover missing, revealing the wood underneath. The wooden slats were dirty, and the metal hinges were rusty. The interior was…
The trash can touched on a memory. So did the name. There was something familiar about its style, colors, and the cacophony of shapes and pieces plastered onto it. The auction house listed it as…
Posted in Black history, history, and Signs
My next-door neighbor was the first on my street with a “Black Lives Matter” sign erected in her front yard. She pushed it into the black-mulched ground among her hosta plants not long after the…