Throughout February, like many families around the nation, my family has been intentional in honoring and remembering the people, places, and periods of black American history that have charted a people’s journey from then until now. American descendants of slavery have always served as America’s mirror. In us, America sees her prejudice and her prosperity, her evil and her evolution, her guilt and her glory. There are two absolutes we cannot escape when considering this history: the power of faith and the pride of the family.

Growing up, my father would always tell me to give 100 percent in everything I did. He would say that GREAT EFFORT didn’t require a lot of skill or talent; just a large amount of “WANT TO.” As a child, I took those messages to heart. In high school I would train twice a day, before and after practice in hopes of increasing
my chances of realizing my dream of becoming a college football player.

It was a long day, but a good one. My family had finished dinner and I was cleaning the dishes. As I washed off the last cup, I felt a gentle tap on my hip. I looked down to see my daughter’s innocent brown eyes staring up at me.

I love my kids and know that they are a blessing. But sometimes I'm not as thankful for them as I should be.

Sometimes parenting will drive you to your limits testing every fiber of your patience. As we teach them right and wrong we must always be willing to demonstrate right and wrong.

We have a great and exciting privilege in this constitutional republic to be intricately involved in the political process.

As Americans, do black lives matter to us?

Watson discusses his emotions about the violent future we are witnessing.

Watson discusses that conflict when handled correctly strengthens. Conflict when mismanaged destroys.

When it comes to race, the dining room is as important as the courtroom in administering justice.