We live beneath so many layers like an artichoke. Before we can get to the heart, we have to peel off so many layers. As I was walking by a ground covered with Ivy, a red mound was protruding between … Continue reading
The colour of her skin is not yellow. This is my colleague and an activist that deals on issues about races.
Seeing her this morning sitting beside a yellow rose bush still blooming in winter made me smile. Last night when she walked into our Christmas party, she immediately sat down and I can’t peel her off the chair to socialize until I left the party.
Too funny to see her again sitting down. Her job as a law enforcer being on her feet most days is just gruesome. But, she always has this smile on her face.
Doesn’t she look good in her yellow uniform?