After I was born, my next sister was born three years later, followed by my youngest sister 18 months after that. Because they were so close together in age, it always felt, when I was growing up, that it was them against me. They shared a room. My mother often dressed them alike. And, until …
When I was growing up, I lived mostly among people who look like me. Although I remember Hispanic, Native American, and Asian students in my schools, I don’t remember having Black classmates until my first year of High School – and that school was so enormous, everyone was lost in the crowd. The High School …
As I struggle with self-isolation of stay at home, of the chaos which is my apartment in stay at home, the laundry strewn about the living room because my husband - who even usually dislikes putting clothes that have been worn once into the closet because they are no longer fresh but also dislikes putting …
I think I was a little tough earlier this week on people who don't wear masks in public. They could probably use a little compassion. I was reminded of this last night, when I was chatting with friends on the phone - the phone! How quaint! - and one of them (who had just described …
I have started taking walks again, leaving the house, en mask, to get some fresh air and escape the oppressive confines of the apartment. It feels good to walk, to move around, to see something other than the walls of the neighboring buildings that surround my home. I usually like to say that Central Park …
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