I am still attempting to wrap my mind around the #SuperTuesday results that’s occurred in 2016. The country is divided, and I’m baffled that people are not exercising their right to vote. I know it’s a choice for you to vote. I guess because I know my history I look at my right to vote as a privilege to do so. The right to vote was not always accessible to my community, and the road was quite tumultuous getting there….
I think it’s safe to say after the last three weeks I am exhausted! The pack/unpack cycle has concluded for at least a month, but I’m definitely grateful for the Historical Tours w/R.J. that were completed. You know I love a good road trip. Can you believe of my many road trips on the east coast I’ve NEVER been to Philadelphia? I rode through Pennsylvania heading to Virginia but never visited any historical sites in the state. Our nation’s first…
Dreams can sometimes seem impossible. Or does it only seem impossible because everyone says that it is? As I stated before I’ve heard others attempt to downplay my hopes and dreams but also had to realize you’re not able to share your deepest thoughts with everyone. This morning I thought about Miss. Barbara Johns, a 16 year old girl from FarmVille, Virginia was the driving force behind the desegregation of the Moton School. The Moton School was apart of the…
I spent some wonderful summers in Richmond, VA as an intern. I learned a great deal, featured in the local newspaper and news station. It was truly an amazing experience. #SteeleThankful for it. I wanted to master the art of reading 19th Century manuscript before I departed my final summer in Virginia. It wasn’t until I came across primary documents with black borders that I became more intrigued. My good southern friends would refer to it as, “mourning” stationary/letter. What…