For the White Reader, on MLK Day

Can I accept living in a world that is weighted unequally, even if…

What I Gained by Not Being a Musical Visionary

Was I a broker who could “see” the potential market…

Homegoing: Out of the Center

Through centuries of curation by white men, we’ve become so used to the…

Helpless

The MLK march was cancelled — with the police escorts all working the Montecito Mudstorm recovery. What now? Warning: when you cannot find a…

Where MLK Walked

Auburn Avenue and the Privilege of Remembering

The Writer’s Hammer

Some days I want to stay inside the house, inside myself, like Emily Dickinson. It’s all too fuzzy to bring out into the…

Walking the Sidewalk

They don't remember her elementary school years, celebrated in an afternoon…

The Hovering

It’s been a stretch of formlessness creatively, waiting for change to spark. More creative input than output. After writing about and…