Sharing how you feel about something politically and socially intense, publicly, is a scary thing. Me being someone who loves a good platform and to share my voice, somehow felt so different doing it in just the format of written word. By publishing my thoughts, it wrote my feelings into history, and to be honest it made me feel unshielded and naked. I can’t imagine how Claudine feels. She took a job, she stood as a first, she paved the way, and was left naked and unshielded.
Are We Cold to the Little Things in Our Lives?
Why do we sometimes think the spectacular things mean the most, looking up only at those who have accomplished something grandiose? Do we not…