My Skin Feels Neon: I Voted for My Black Neighbors
Each morning, I drop my four-year-old at preschool at our local neighborhood school. We happen to live in a diverse neighborhood in Denver, the statistics breaking down to almost thirds - black, white, Hispanic. When our moving truck pulled up last August, one neighbor – the president of the Major Taylor Cycling Club, the first African American to win a major cycling competition – brought over cycling jerseys for the whole family. Others stopped by to say hello.