I remember my 6th birthday party. My mother told me I could invite six friends. We padded it to 10, and they all showed up. Life was different in 1976.
We had one person of color in our school. Her name was Violet and she was in my class. She was one of my six. I loved Violet, but until that party I never realized she was black.
It wasn’t until her mother came to my birthday party that I saw her color. It wasn’t her mother that was different that day, it was mine.
This week’s photo: © J Hardy Carroll