The annual Pride parade in our area is a huge affair. Like a carnival and the Mardi Gras all in one, circus performers walk around in stilts, people throw beaded necklaces at the crowds, and there is much face painting,...

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. From Still I Rise by Maya Angelou, 1978...

I love to tell the story of my Scottish grandfather, Daniel. At the age of seven, Daniel became an indentured servant. It was a common arrangement in the 1800’s among European families like Daniel’s: dirt poor, unable to feed four...

I could start on the outskirts of this idea, focusing the ongoing health crisis in Flint, Michigan, over contaminated drinking water. There, we have allowed an entire urban population to suffer the consequences of poor decisions made by politicians since...