By Brandon Cook
As I write this I recognize that it is not enough. There is too much to protest. Too much to call out against. Our clothes are already in tatters and the ash is running into our eyes, and yet there are more miles to march. I wish to examine a simple thing in many ways because it feels small and unimportant, but it is the small beliefs that we build on. They become actions. It is easy to let the small things pass us by before it is too late.