Reflections from the Kahwa Coffee Shop – Page 9

My Lost Cause

In my youth and early adulthood, I mentally walled off my cherished noble south from slavery and racism.

It is a rite of suburban passage that a beginner family, after stocking up on kids, decides to do the dog thing.

There are many conversations in our lives that should have been.

As a suburban kid, I played marbles on dirt. My bag of marbles: cat’s eyes, clayies, steelies, micas, and agates.

I leaned my bike up against the building, walked hesitantly around to the back, and rapped on a screen door