There is a tiny photo in my office in a weathered red wooden frame. It probably seems either unimportant to most, or self-indulgent.  To me, it's one of the most evocative pieces of my past. Look at it, if you like, but let me try to more effectively capture it, if you are interested: Most centrally and most eye-catching, a slender black woman with pristine skin is holding a small white infant.  That's Thelma, and that's me. The couch is yellow and scratchy-looking.  A brown ... View Post