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 Camino Adventure #4

My Camino Adventure #4

Stephanie concludes her four-part series with this look inward along the Camino. She made the journey with her friend Eleanore.   –Ed. Camino of the Mind “You are an overweight, middle-aged woman who has no business being here.” “You are ridiculous!”...
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...
Olives

Olives

When people usually think about a holiday dinner, they imagine turkey, cranberry sauce, the usual staples, along with their own customized favorites, sweet potato pie, creamed onions, frozen peas. When I think of that special dinner, which I traditionally make twice a...