pink crayons and reconciliation

A pink crayon in hand, I concentrated on turning the frown into a smile. I methodically changed the tiny “No Coloreds Allowed” sign into “Coloreds Allowed.” A first grader with thick, colicky bangs and light pink jelly sandals, my mind and my heart couldn’t compute the coloring page in front of me. We were finishing up a unit […]

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