My two-month-old baby, Juliet, slept nine hours last night. Then these things happened: 1) I woke up, and racism was over. I didn’t even see color. Everyone was iridescent, and they ju… Read More
I wrote about our medical journey with Tophs for Narratively this month. It was a difficult piece to write that I really wanted to get right. I’d love if you’d take a look Read More
Your child is not an island. Except in those quiet moments when it feels so true that he is. When you have Googled and Facebook grouped and lurked on message boards and found not one soul li… Read More
Sometimes life is funny. Like when Elie Mae tells me she can’t go to bed because her baby needs to potty. Me: What in thee world? Elie: The baby feels like she has to poop. Me: Elie, W… Read More
We have borne the burden of proof. Buried it. Our bullet-ridden bodies not enough to poke holes in your privilege. Years ago, The Elders held picnics. Pack a lunch; kill a darky. Crunch a ca… Read More
There are clues, you know. Certain phrases she uses. The way she listens to people without over-identifying. The way she makes mediation look like slicing through soft butter. I’ve com… Read More
I had a dream the other night. A nightmare, really, in which I received a phone call from Paul that broke my chest wide open, as if my ribs were but papier-mâché, my lungs a dan… Read More
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