On the Train

You want to sit on the end because only one person will be next to you. Also if you sit on the end, you can rest your head behind you. Your head will rest on the panel behind you that is an ad or a subway map or a nice poem about a house and […]

Thirty-four Years With My Sister

1. I didn’t know I was alone because I didn’t know. 2. My sister could walk, and we got going. (Pictured: my sister enjoying my swag from my brief hospital stay from which I emerged without my appendix.) 3. My sister and I made mud pies under the tulip tree, next to the air conditioner. […]

Space

When I went into Space Mountain (THE MIND) I was gutted a couple of times by tears, I had said goodbye to my mom and sisters. I had to walk through my crying up the long walk the ramps of Space Mountain past the dark windows with sprinkle of stars and the big windows of […]

Biennial

It’s hard to say if I found the Whitney Biennial a little busy because I saw it Friday evening, or because it was a little busy. I think both. It made me call into question what these people think we are doing at museums and galleries, anyway. What do they think? Just as the reader’s […]