My daughters used to tell me I was naive because I was admittedly surprised by stories of blatant racism. Now, they are seen and heard everywhere on television and social media. I still don’t understand how it could even be going on in this day and age. But here we are – this country is at war.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
It seems a lot of people did not know about the history of Juneteenth, including myself. I knew it was a celebration for the freedom of slaves, but that was about it. In my quest to listen and learn more about black history, I dove into educating myself on the significance of this day.
Music can be used to mark our own history. It isn’t just what was going on in the world, but what was going on with ourselves. I thought I would have some fun with that this week.
Maybe it was him or perhaps it was me … I don’t know, but even not feeling anything, I kept doing it anyway. It was something I felt I had to do to keep him.
My father was not a big part of our life – matter of fact, it was a rather small presence. It was like a roller coaster of ins and outs. Like any child who has a negligent parent, I was always hopeful …
Behind closed doors is a glimpse into a chapter in my life of being previously married to an alcoholic. Nobody knew what was going on behind my doors.
One of the many reasons I am writing this blog is to leave some sort of a legacy for my children and grandchildren. When I first started this endeavor, I had done an Ancestry DNA test. I had hoped to find out something or anything about my father’s family; especially his mother.