Boarding the plane for a recent trip, my daughter inched patiently behind me counting each row we passed anxiously waiting to get to row 26. As we approached our seats she tapped me on the lower back and said, “Daddy, can I sit next to you? Sister can sit next to mommy.”Continue reading “Why are Most of the People Who Work at Airports of Color? And Pilots White?”
“Dad! What’s that smell!” Said my oldest daughter as we drove north on the interstate heading home from the museum.
Chiming in, “Ya dad! It smells worse than your farts!” My younger daughter added.
“That’s the smell of the oil refinery. The wind must be blowing the smell in this direction” I responded with a laugh.Continue reading “It Smells Worse than Daddy’s Farts: A Talk about Environmental Racism”