Two Factions Two Problems

Two Factions Two Problems

“Everyone sees the world through his own green bottle.” –Stefan Novak The obvious struck me recently, when I was feeling worn down from the tension in our nation, tension that trickles down into friendships and familial relationships so effectively that our now right...
The Freedom to Speak

The Freedom to Speak

Sometimes my mind is the ultimate escape. It doesn’t require electricity or a virus protection program, but it does need maintenance. I can’t share in detail a recent life changing experience that occurred, but it did a frantic number on my thought process. I was...
Passing

Passing

I remember the day that my racial identity first came into question. I was seven years old, and I was late for school. My dad walked me to the door of my classroom where all of my classmates were already settling in. He watched me go inside and sit down before waving...
Z. U.

Z. U.

The shepherd will tend his sheep. The valley will bloom again. And Jimmy will go to sleep In his own little room again. There’ll be—   We should have seen it coming. We really should have. Perhaps some of us did, saw the darkening skies of disease, the scudding...
My Father’s Flag: Redux

My Father’s Flag: Redux

I bring this essay out of the archives today in honor of my father and in response to the left’s new idea to burn the flag in response to our president-elect’s newest Trumpery. To burn the flag may be a response to him–whatever. It is also an insult...
Apekalypse

Apekalypse

Such an event had never befallen our village. We were so remote, so peaceable, so good. Of course, we had heard of plagues, but they seem to have been generally a cataclysm of the past, wrought largely upon distant and deserving populations. So, imagine our wonder...