A few weeks ago our family went to the National Museum of African American History and Culture. My heart was so heavy as we spent time absorbing the stories. I couldn't keep tears away as I spoke to my kids about the issues. As I put together this post my chest hurts for the horrors of the past and the present. I feel broken for the lives lost this week. It is hard to have hope. Despair is easier. But today is Friday - the days keep moving despite us being ready for them or not. Ida B. Wells reminds us, "The way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them."
