I was about to leave Chick-fil-A Wednesday evening when I noticed a young woman come in who looked exhausted — as though she had been battling monsters all day.
She was tall and slim, with straight black hair and dark brown skin. She wore black pants and a tailored solid blue shirt that fit her frame tastefully.
Even though she seemed tired, she looked graceful and elegant. She looked lovely. We met one another near the door and spoke politely as we passed.
Then as she stood at the counter waiting for someone to take her order, I quickly went over and spoke.

Just underneath a civilized veneer, savage conqueror lives in my DNA
We have to unlearn lies before the truth can ever make sense
Corruption trial prosecutor wrong: Power is for sale to highest bidder
Latest shutdown means most papers where I worked are gone
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
Epiphany: My message changed when I selected a new audience
Freedom lovers, why do so many of you still blindly trust the GOP?
Father who I saw as Mr. Morality turned out to be a liar and a thief