A few weeks ago my younger brother slept on my couch, a pit stop on his way east for col­lege ori­en­ta­tion. He has worked harder and longer than I had to for a chance at the kind of life he wants, and I love watch­ing him break free of the black hole cir­cum­stance had dropped him in. I rec­og­nize the way he holds his mouth, savor­ing the tan­ta­liz­ing fla­vor of hope, cor­ners upturned, remem­ber­ing how to smile. […] Con­tinue Reading…