I am 38. I am black. I am a man who lives in Chicago, and today, I bought my very first dress. It’s nothing flashy, a polyester cotton blend, black…

I remember a winter day when the snow fell in thick sheets— the kind of snow that was like a blanket, hiding sidewalks and fell fat and heavy.

I haven’t cried in a while, but today it felt right. Fortunately I wasn’t alone in my rage, fatigue, and horror. In fact, I was with my mom.

I grew up in Dallas, Tx. I went to a performing arts high school— Booker T. Washington High School. It was an epic place and was probably…