Recently I dropped into a Family Dollar store in Columbia, Tenn., where I noticed a nostalgia magazine by the cash register. Lucille Ball was on the cover.
When Charlotte held its candlelight vigil for Orlando last year, I went by myself. As usual, I lied to family where I was going for the night and made sure I had access to a quick exit if necessary. The amount of people I saw on arrival was equally suffocating and uplifting, and slowly, I made it to the makeshift front while greeting and hugging friends and people I knew.