Theres a lot I still dont know about America, about life, about what the future might bring. But I do know myself. My father, Fraser, taught me to work hard, laugh often, and keep my word. My mother, Marian, showed me how to think for myself and to use my voice. Together, in our cramped apartment on the south side of Chicago, they helped me see the value in our story, in my story, in the larger story of our country. Even when its not pretty or perfect. Even when it's more real than you want it to be. Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.
