In this space, I'll share information about two subjects that I feel equally compelled to write about.
The dessert is Vinny the Pug, the little canine who came into my life and gave it meaning, direction and a ten-year deadline to change the world.
And then, the meat and potatoes. My biographical recollections of being born African in America during the most incredible period in our nations history.
The insights I'll offer up will surprise, amaze and even anger some who review them. However, as I approach the seventh year of living black in a nation that was designed for white, I must speak candidly, for I am running out of time.