We are St. Louis

Here’s what I’m going to need us to do, St. Louis. I’m going to need us to take a good strong look in the mirror and make a…

Streetcar City: A primary source analysis

To continue the series “Things I wrote about St. Louis in College” is a primary source…

The thing about extremism is it gives us someone to point to who isn’t us. Who can be an “other,” and be set apart. Someone or set of someones on which to place all the attention and…

The White Wealth Escalator to Heartbreak

Let’s get real.

Today my heart is broken and last night I cried with my head in my hands like I haven’t done in quite some time. After a lovely Father’s Day with my family yesterday, Nicole and I decided to extend the…

The Veiled Confederacy of Insanity

We seem to be, at this moment in time, so deep in a void of empathy that we can’t even hear each…

Ignore STL’s racial divide, at your own peril

I’ve been thinking a lot these past few weeks about the “why” of addressing…

Requiem STL? Not Quite.

I sat down at the large table, across from the hosts, in the back room of a newish restaurant on the ground floor of a newish development in the central corridor of the city. Around the table was a venerable bunch — developers, bankers, executive directors, writers, teachers and…

Revolutions and Revelations

Today is the sixth day since the non-guilty verdict declared Jason Stockley innocent of all potential charges…

And scene. End of Act.

When I said “yes” to Bethany Johnson-Javois (and consequently the Ferguson Commission staff) in February of 2015 I…