I’m finding it hard to grasp words for the feelings going on inside, to describe the things I’m seeing outside.

We are back from Africa now. Power is on. Water flows from taps into my glass to drink. Vegetables and fruit are free from essential bleach washing. And green things grow everywhere I turn.

It is wonderful to be home in the USA! (Here are some pictures of our Atlantic ocean dip before heading to the west coast.)

And yet…

There are people who have changed me, changed us. Black people and white people. People with education and people illiterate, people clean and people dusty. Young and old.

Our family will never be the same. And here are the beautiful reasons why…