The men and women who took up the 54-mile march from Selma to Montgomery, Alabama on March 21, 1965 knew they were risking their lives. They understood that they might not make it back home. They saw with their own eyes what happened to protesters in two earlier marches. On March 7, 1965, the first... Continue Reading →
Still fighting the good fight
I find it interesting the things that carve out a place in our minds. For example, I can't remember our grocery list without writing it out on a piece of paper, or even the name of the guy that I met thirty minutes ago. However, I can tell you exactly where I was thirty-some years... Continue Reading →
One man’s dream
On a hot August day in 1963, Martin Luther King Jr. gave a short 17-minute speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial calling for civil and economic rights and an end to racism. He painted a picture of a vibrant, new world. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of... Continue Reading →
Why I’m a feminist
I’m not sure how it came up over dinner, but when I was a very young kid, my father grumbled about a woman that he worked with at the local steel plant, claiming that she had taken her job from another man. My father’s arms were waving, his voice had gotten louder, and a little... Continue Reading →

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