When I was a kid there were two pretty extraordinary forces in my life: a book of poems called “A Light in The Attic,” and my older sister. By the time I was eight years old, I was a sullen member of the RIF (reading is fundamental) program. I segregated my worth from...
When I was seventeen, I met a striking young woman named Victorine Meurent. She wore her hair tied back in a blue ribbon and an embroidered white blouse. She had eyes like brown beach glass and a bold gaze that held me without blinking as we stared each other down,...
I grew up in the south end of Seattle during the seventies. My childhood home was on 38th street, a block made up of Black families, a Filipino family and two white families – mine being one of them. 38th street sat on the impoverished edge of Mt. Baker’s wealthiest...
Today’s quote had to do with many dramatic situations beginning with screaming. It was a quote from Jane Fonda whom I remember my mother screaming about and I’m not talking about Make It Burn Jane Fonda as in my mother was not screaming because her buns...
Church was the weirdest thing in the world when I was a kid. We went – my sister, my brother, my mother and father and me – to a very wooden congregational church in New Rye, NH. Women wore dresses and gloves and men wore dark suits and white shirts and...
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