I have curly hair.
Seriously curly hair.
It is pretty great.
It has been part of my identity for my whole life. As a kid, ask me to describe myself and I’d say something like: I’m smart and I have curly hair. These things are me.
They are also the things that make me abnormal.
Continue reading “I Am Not Normal (Neither Are You)”
For the fourth of July, my family went to Waukegan to see the fireworks over Lake Michigan. We live in Gurnee and have always eavesdropped on Six Flags’ fireworks, watching from outside the park. This was our first time navigating an Independence Day crowd.
When we got there, we drove around to check out where we could park and wound up in a big, mostly empty lot. Someone else was unloading a folding chair and cooler from his truck, so my husband walked over to ask his advice about the parking.
Turns out we were in a fine spot.
Our new friend, a middle-aged white man, gathered all his stuff and walked up to our car to keep chatting. He told us he’s lived in Waukegan all his life, that there is “so much opportunity here,” that he went to Waukegan public schools and he loves his hometown. Continue reading “Listening In Waukegan”