My family disowned me when I married a black man t…

a card inside, the kind with flowers on the front and her handwriting on the back. Come home soon. You belong here.

I kept that card for 15 years. It is still in my desk drawer, right next to the Navy binder. The card was the last kind thing she ever wrote me.

I met Marcus Ellison in advanced statistics spring semester of my junior year. He sat two rows continue reading …