Sixty-Two and the Cycles of Time (Or, How I’m Still Figuring Things Out) This week marks my 62nd birthday, a milestone that feels both surreal and somehow inevitable. It’s hard to reconcile the number with how I feel—mostly, my knees remind me of the passage of time! But I also recognize that I’ve lived long …
Tag: Trayvon Martin
A remembrance of being young, Black, and almost getting shot.
Originally posted to Facebook March 23, 2012 The story of Trayvon Martin that has been in the headlines the last few weeks has brought back one of the vivid memories of my youth. It reminded me of the day I was almost shot by a Police officer in Berkeley, California. Before I relate the story …