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You’ve been forwarded this article because someone cares about you. Maybe not so much you as much as the…
My grandmother would explain her sister, Aunt Margaret, with one story. “She would never move to the back of the bus with us because…
Unfortunately I was never really good with social cues or etiquette. I’m even worse with hierarchy.
My mother had her first two sons at the same time her mother had three more sons. This strange uncle nephew combination created…
My grandmother’s people were indigenous, but they didn’t discuss it. On the west side of Dayton in the 1930’s they decided to assimilate with the local community. The local African-American community.