Since I was 11, I dreamed of attending a historically Black college or university. That dream started at Morgan State University in Baltimore, where I spent two weeks each summer in a program focused on leadership and academics. For a preteen growing up in Baltimore City, Morgan felt like another world. I had seen drug
When I helped my daughter move into her UCLA dorm last fall, I thought I had prepared myself for everything. From planned tuition payments to dorm “needs” to a well-stocked first aid kit, I had spreadsheets, checklists, dorm shopping lists, and enough blue moving bags to organize a small apartment. Nine months later, and as
