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Selma

I was at Selma with a friend, only a few minutes in; we’d just watched King accept the Nobel Peace Prize, and now four school girls were walking down the steps of a church, deep inside their lives, cradled inside the building, walking and talking and laughing, and my friend leaned over and whispered, “You know what’s going to happen, read more >>

Stalking

Stalking

Avery comes home from school with the assignment to read a chapter out of Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. It’s his eighth grade English teacher’s favorite book. I have a copy on my shelf, so Avery and I sit down in our screened in porch and begin reading the chapter back and forth. Avery swings in the hammock chair. read more >>

What Happens When?

What Happens When?

    This, my white friends, is privilege. Even in our most activist moments, we don a cause like a fashionable hat, briefly, until we exhaust our emotional reserves; then, when it suits us, we retreat to the comfort of our white, cushy cloud of isolation, so to recover from our (ahem) heartache. But the real victims never have such read more >>

Dear American Airlines

Dear American Airlines

I was sitting on the aisle in an emergency exit row not far from the first class partition. Snacks were being served. Two stewardesses were taking orders from the passengers in the seats before me. A woman was waiting in the aisle across from me; she had returned from the mid-cabin rest room and was blocked by the cart. I saw read more >>

Falafel 5K I volunteered the other day for the JCC’s “Falafel 5K” as a course marshal. They gave me a corner to monitor and this strange little red vest. The signs were clear, with arrows leading the runners down hill and through the dogleg onto the home stretch. It was shady, my spot in the middle of a quaint neighborhood. read more >>