A former white nationalist is sitting at the table next to me, reaching for a miniature fruit tart. I want to tell him he is a goddamn motherfucker and doesn’t get to eat a miniature fruit tart. But I am at an anti-racism event and this man is no … [Continue reading] about Can Someone Change That Much?
To The Man At The Café Talking On His Phone
Even before you said, “I can’t move their cheese too fast,” I suspected you might be someone who lacks self-awareness. You are on the phone at a café and your voice is too loud. I am trying to read the news. A sixteen-year-old girl with … [Continue reading] about To The Man At The Café Talking On His Phone
If I Had Wings
“The girl was brought to school with very little paperwork, by her great-grandmother, who was showing signs of dementia.” We leaned in, clutching our jars of water, wanting to know more. We were at Book Club, but as usual, the conversation had … [Continue reading] about If I Had Wings
Big Dog
My eleven-year-old and I were trying to decide between two foster dogs. One was a calm, half-blind, small Boston terrier, and the other was an eighty-five pound longhaired mutt who lived for years as a stray in a forest outside of Istanbul. “Let’s … [Continue reading] about Big Dog
The Girl Is Now A Mother
She was five when I first met her. Hiding behind her mother, who was wearing a forest green robe and slippers. They weren’t expecting visitors, but here we were, pulling up in a dirty burgundy Buick. A time before cell phones, a time of surprises, … [Continue reading] about The Girl Is Now A Mother