Black in Minneapolis

1) We followed the young hostess through the mostly empty restaurant to the back table—furthest from the door, only a few feet from the waiter station—and stalled there. Shame plastered all over her face as she set down the menus. Was she seating us there because of our skin color? Was she told to do this by her manager? We read more >>


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 >>



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 >>