Remembering Houston

On a steamy Wednesday evening in Houston – August 19, 1992 – I was a largely unknown young mother mounting the podium above the noisy crowd at the Republican National Convention. As I spoke, the crowd hushed.

Decades later the themes of that speech remain stubbornly relevant: bias, denial and meanness still long to be answered by wisdom, truth and compassion.  What I called for that night, I’d call for again. Here’s a memory…