There is always something vying for our attention, leading us to distraction, forcing our hand to juggle a menagerie of priorities while multi-tasking a series of small tasks in order to make headway in our days.
I have gone to many gay bars/clubs where I have literally felt like brother outsider. My brown skin became a liability that interfered with my ability to connect with white patrons.
As a black and Puerto Rican male, some would wonder why I would opt out of such an important movement considering it is very relevant to my life.
Although I am a staunch opponent of the tradition we as Americans call “Thanksgiving”, I find myself becoming increasingly reflective around…