A couple of weeks ago Cay was helping me sort beans the way my grandmother had taught me. Pick out all the old, broken, and rotten ones, and little rocks too. After all the horrific new coverage over the Michael Brown shooting in Ferguson-it got me thinking-what if an idea, our elders have in some way either knowingly or unknowingly pasted onto us is discriminatory, much like my grandmother taught me to distinguish the good beans from the bad. Just a thought.
Our drive in the mountains.