It is always interesting to me at what events in my life and in the world I shed tears. A friend once told me you can’t help how you feel. Tonight, I learned of the death of Walter Cronkite. As I saw his face on the television and heard the sound of his voice once again, the tears started to come. I found this odd, at least at first.
Growing up black in America was not as hard on me as it was on my parents, grandparents, or even my older sister, but it was no walk in the park either.… Continue