My Climb Lacks Grace My climb lacks grace and practiced ease. I am a veteran of maples and oaks – trees with limbs and craggy-barked toe-holds. Still, the effort isn’t lost. The distance gained confirms what could only be guessed at from below: the odd red fruit, like strawberries, hangs sweet and ripens most heart-shaped where deeply hidden. The moist tropic air stirs with the promise of a precious harvest. A frond dips downward. Across the blue sky the fear of loving and the fear of being loved like two black birds are on the wing. Mike Young Mike Young lives in Washington, DC, with his wife, Missy. They have raised two sons. In addition to working with non-profit organizations to advance racial equity and build communities where children and youth thrive, he enjoys hiking in Rock Creek National Park.
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