There are times like this that I miss Chicago. I miss the people. I miss the smell of Giordano’s pizza. I miss driving pass Comiskey park (yes, I still call the White Sox baseball stadium Comiskey Park:) ) On Monday, October 15, we officially celebrated two years away from our home in Chicago. It's amazing to think about how much growth my family and I have experienced in these two years abroad. Our first stop was Mexico, where we spent 19 months, and now we live in Antigua a

Patience is indeed a virtue. I was reminded of this last week when I traveled to Chicago.

Last week, I traveled to Chicago to meet with the Kaleidoscope Group that specializes in Diversity and Inclusion education. They work with c

Listen to the voices of Black males and offer practical advice

My journey with writing began in the fifth-grade.