Until my marriage, I had been hearing from my old friend Link, living in faraway places as he piled up awards and degrees from this country’s most prestigious educational institutions. He was livid about my marriage, saying I’d all along told him we couldn’t date because he was white, and now look what I’d gone and done. I never heard from him again. Still, I think of him as a hero, yet another one of those special gifts from God sent to ferry me over a rough spot in my life’s path.
