A Well World: Bursting My White Bubble

I grew up in Dallas in the ‘50s and ‘60s, more specifically in Oak Cliff, a place that most in northern parts of the city thought was a substandard, in fact, a scary place. I was born at Methodist Hospital and my family of five eventually moved to Wynnewood North, a tucked away all-white neighborhood. It was an idyllic time by traditional standards: Mom stayed home and dad worked. Kids ran throughout the neighborhood, waded through the creeks and even walked up to Wynnewood shopping center, alone. Continue reading