“By the time you read this, you will probably realize I’m gone, and I’m never coming back.” I pressed the letter to my stomach, fell to my knees, and curled into the fetal position on the cold tile floor. I begged in my thoughts for someone to tell me that this was only a nightmare! …
Martin Luther King, Jr. is one of my superheroes. And each time I have walked through The King Center in Atlanta, I have felt something sacred settle into my bones. His legacy is palpable. I’ve visited several times over the years, most meaningfully with my daughters, because as a mother, a naturalized citizen of the …











