It must’ve come as quite a surprise when I raised my hand at the meeting and asked, “What is it like to be white?” I’d been preparing myself to ask the question since the last meeting a month ago. For the last few weeks, I’ve been updating a document I started to keep my thoughts…
These days, it’s easy enough for me to fry up, boil, or even poach an egg. I can’t be doing much else, mind you, while I’m making breakfast because I have trouble managing multiple tasks simultaneously. This results in poor timing and cold toast.