Dear Tamir Rice, Your Life Really DID Matter.
January 5, 2016
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
“Dad, are you and mom Santa?” The words surprised even myself when they came flying out of my fourth grade mouth there in the storeroom of my father’s small town shoe
Three years ago everything hit the fan. My father passed away suddenly on his 70th birthday. It was an indescribable seismic shift in the bedrock of my life, one that
Dear Tamir, You were just 18 months older than my son, Noah. He has the same brilliant light in his eyes that I see in yours; the kind with all the promise
“Dad, are you and mom Santa?” The words surprised even myself when they came flying out of my fourth grade mouth there in the storeroom of my father’s small town shoe
Three years ago everything hit the fan. My father passed away suddenly on his 70th birthday. It was an indescribable seismic shift in the bedrock of my life, one that