Kicking through piles of crumbled ice at intersections, an angry white man was not sure if it was that dreary or felt that way because he was particularly so.
Who Am I and We and He and She and They
Many years ago, I went to my son’s back to school night. Typical stuff. In preparation for the evening, each of the first-graders was to draw their family. And in doing so, she told them to pick the colors that reflected reflect the ethnicity of themselves and their family. And, by way of explanation, she said the she was black….
Offshore is different
For her part, Zennora was remarkable. With very little sail up, she plowed through, kicking off the waves while often making way at 8 to 8.5 knots. She was barely healing though life below deck was miserable