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February 20, 2018
Is it in our wombs -- the rape, the forced entry, the B&E of our bodies? What have I done that I can no longer find it? I'm like a stone.
But... wake me up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night, and you will smell the blood of that wound. Buried deep under my sto...
August 16, 2017
My Nia class is in a studio on Hawthorne Ave. Yesterday when I arrived it was pretty close to impossible to find parking because of all the construction. Next to the studio is an old wreck of a building that looks like it was the victim of a bombing. But I love the arc...
August 14, 2017
Lately I've been fascinated by the changes taking place in the North End of Charlotte where I currently live. This isn't the shiny Charlotte that they show to the rest of the world, but I find a beauty at once poetic and ephemeral. It's changing and changing fast. Righ...
August 1, 2017
So I read this story in The New Yorker about an immigrant basically begging a judge to send him to Riker’s Island because ICE was lurking outside the courtroom waiting to deport the guy. He figured he’d be better off in jail — on Riker’s Island, no less, than being spi...
July 15, 2017
I should have started this weeks ago at the beginning of my trip, but alas, I didn’t even think of it. I took a video camera, thinking I would create a visual document of my journey across the country and back, but frankly that was never going to happen. I’m a word per...
February 20, 2017
In November 2008 I took my then 18-year-old daughter to vote for the first time. We went to the South County Library. It was early voting so the line wasn’t too bad. When my daughter got to the poll worker’s table, the poll worker asked, “First time voter?” She nodded....
January 24, 2017
Dearest dear friend,
First of all, I love you. You are one of the sweetest and most charming men I know. And I know that you are a caring and compassionate person, which is why I and so many others were baffled when your Facebook post sympathized with those who “dissed...
January 10, 2017
Born and raised in the United States, I am quintessentially American. My ancestors on my mother’s side came over on the Mayflower. Yes, they fought with the indigenous people. They believed in witchcraft. At least one was a horse thief, one was a corrupt alcoholic judg...
January 9, 2017
I remember in 8th grade, riding home on the school bus and hearing the other kids gloat over Nixon’s victory. We were anti-war Democrats in my house though politics usually took a back seat to music and literature. Before I was born, before the Kennedy era, my parents...
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