• Keep Talking to the Brick Wall

    Last night I received an unexpected phone call from one of the young women I mentor. It was my mini me. I had placed my phone on the charger in the back room so that I could focus on finishing my paper in another room. I needed to ask a classmate a question on the assignment so I went to get my phone. As I picked it up, I noticed a missed call from her. At the end of the school year, she refused to speak to me looking right through me as I walked through the hallway and greeted her one afternoon. She was upset, she felt betrayed by…