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“You are a Joseph,” my mother used to say to me. It was her way of saying I was a bridge between people. A connector of the unexpected sort. I’ve always known this to be ...
I originally shared this on May 30th. And unsurprisingly, you can substitute “last night” in the first paragraph for any point in time over the past four weeks and it is still relevant. This is ...
My family didn’t have generational wealth – at least the financial kind. My mother didn’t have any retirement to speak of. When we moved her to Richmond after her quadruple career as a professional singer, ...
Listen for the pop of the cork. I was talking with a group of friends, recently. Three of us are Black, two are White. We can rap about almost anything. We’re all engaged in our ...
As a Black man, I’ve lived in a white world my whole life – from prep school in New York, to the Ivy league, to presenting in the boardrooms of Fortune 500 companies. In some ...
