The Handshake

So much email gets lost or buried in my inbox. I’ll get to it later, I always say.

But tonight, I’m reading an email from the NAACP, though I do not click on every link. As I read, I ask myself what is going on in this world today, and how will I remember the details of this moment with so much hurtling by me—chaos, pain, meanness and anger?

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