When American politics divide us, we talk about building bridges. But when it comes to division created by the color of our skin, I’d rather talk about intersections. Bridges, by nature, are built to connect two otherwise unconnected spaces. But intersections are a meeting point, and they require us to navigate a common space.
The following is the second installment in a continuing conversation on race in America. Our eldest child is learning how to drive, a terrifying and stress-filled experience for all involved. Every time we’re in the car, I hear myself lecturing him. “See, there’s a ‘no turn on red’ sign here,” I point out. “Remember, pedestrians have
Radio stations often come up with gimmicks for contests and giveaways, and the one in West Lafayette, Indiana was no exception. It was the early 1990‘s when the Seattle grunge bands topped the charts and the station had coveted Pearl Jam concert tickets to offer. My youngest brother Jon was a big fan, even at