"What can I, as a white person...I, how can I help it and not make it worse?" I asked, stumbling over my words, that first Sunday after church.
We talked and my anger swelled at the silence of our leaders and tears welled up in my eyes.
She hugged me. Wrapped me tight in her strong, dark, beautiful arms as tears slipped down my cheeks.
"I'm so glad you're my friend," I whispered into her shoulder.
"Me too," she whispered back.Read More