Once I was actually at the museum, with a guy who looked Muslim on one side of me and a guy who wore a yarmulkah on the other, I remembered ninth grade geography. My ninth grade geography teacher always did the middle east first. Get it over with, he said. Too depressing. For me, it […]
Read More Here and Elsewhere at New MuseumMy mouth and forehead all wrinkled up with frustration about Ferguson, I walked five blocks to get coffee. The guy ahead of me on the sidewalk wore a peach and white striped sweater and he looked great in that color and he smelled like weed. A mom and her daughter carried plastic bags of groceries up […]
Read More HotThe two big news stories since I moved from Missouri have been: anti-Semitic lunatic shoots up the Jewish Community Center, and cops shoot teenager who is black and unarmed. Is that where I am from? Well, yes. It is a place that struggles with fear in its own ways. We will always have trouble with […]
Read More Guard DogsOne of the ladies groaned, “She is like this every day,” and they mean the lady who must be told to sit at the table for dinner, who gets up and wanders away, must be told again, sits long enough to yell, “Why am I here?” and “This is not what I wanted!” and “How much […]
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