I hung the lonely pirate today, on the wall in my office. My mom bought it for me when she and Henry went to the Farnsworth Museum the spring before she got sick. She bought it for me because she said she thought of me when she saw it. The pirate looks defeated and...
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...
