Freedom: Her name was Linda
It was 1963 in Bethany, Oklahoma. I didn’t know it was considered dangerous to be friends with the girl who laughed and skipped and played just like me. I didn’t know that the adults in my life, had they paid attention to our friendship, would have whispered in my ear that she was nothing like me. May we each consider the stories of our lives and how they impact not only ourselves, but others. May we be curious. May we do better as we know better.