Lather, Bubbles, Burst Bubble

A few years ago, I joined a non-profit organization that works for the welfare of underprivileged children in India. It was a surprise to those who knew me, considering my reservations about kids. “I can tolerate them for a couple of hours,” has always been my response to

I’m Not Your Whitest Black Friend. Nobody Is.

I wasn’t sure I’d heard her correctly over the deafening bass and snare. The 12-inch speakers were barely a foot away.  Surely she hadn’t said, “You’re the whitest black guy I know!” But it turns out she had. My close friend of almost a year finally breached that ground. I can't