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Where MLK Walked

Auburn Avenue and the Privilege of Remembering

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…

For the White Reader, on MLK Day

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

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…

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…