We have 92 days until the 2020 election in the US. That’s 13 weeks during which I’ll be trying my damnedest to get leaders elected who will move the dial toward equity, inclusion, and…
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When I was ten I shaved my legs for the first time. In defiance of the arbitrary mandate from my mother that I was not to do so until the eighth grade, I borrowed…
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We have 99 days until the 2020 election in the US. That’s 14 weeks during which I’ll be trying my damnedest to get leaders elected who will move the dial toward equity, inclusion, and…
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I’ve been thinking relentlessly, maybe obsessively, about the concept of protection; questioning who gets protected, what gets protected, and especially who folks rely on to do the protecting for them? Police? Policy? What’s protection…
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As a child, my grandfather lived above an undertaker’s shop on West 25th Street. The building, like my grandfather, is no longer with us, but my uncle sent a photograph of it this week,…
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Calder is officially one month old. She’s smack in the middle of the sleepy newborn stage, all snorts and stretches and very tiny yawns. She snoozes on our bellies in the daytime like a…
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We’ve entered the age of the frenzied morning. We had a whole year of school mornings and tumbling out the door together under our belt when this school year started, but we’ve also got…
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In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…
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I shaved my armpits, more or less every few days, for the better part of twenty-two years. This winter, I stopped. I was curious. I wanted to see, for the first time ever, what…
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I’ve been brushing my face. I thought you should know. I’ve been brushing it dry, using gentle upward strokes. Brushing my neck, too. And what other women might refer to as their décolletage, but…