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Kathy Y. Wilson

Exit Through the Gift Shop

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 30, 2015
It took the visit of the Holy Father, His Excellency the Pope for John Boehner to come to his senses and be the sacrificial lamb his Grand Old Party of Republican hard-hearts needed to advance their agenda.  

I’m with Stupid

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 9, 2015
My partner and I were once walking to Findlay Market from the spooky end of Green Street. We held hands as we neared the market. A scruffy, possibly homeless, black man approached. I made eye contact with him. At first, he spoke amicably. Until he saw that we were hand in hand.  

When Business Goes

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Ginger Dawson is an iconic woman for more reasons than her aesthetic, though her blunt bangs, her from-a-bottle-henna-red hair and her penchant for black and/or retro clothes aligns her more readily to the equally iconic Punk designer Vivienne Westwood than to the “genteel” antiques mall proprietress she, ahem, once was.  

On Serena

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 26, 2015
In the mid-1990s when Venus and Serena Williams were teenagers, when the jangle of beaded scalp-tight cornrows and silver braces on their teeth long preceded waist-length weaves and fake painted fingernails, neither blacks specifically nor America generally knew exactly what we were looking at when we looked at the Williams sisters.  

Woman with Stuff

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 19, 2015
The night before I sat down to write this, I had formulated in my head the perfect first sentence to describe my emotional station, but I have now lost that to anxiety, to slumber, to dreams. The best sentence is this one:  My kidneys are failing me because I have failed my body.  

My Only Uncle John Thomas Hill (1936-2015)

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Well, I took him for granted — strong, strapping and chiseled from the black coal of Chattaroy, West Virginia, as he was and had always been.  

How Does It Feel?

0 Comments · Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Dear Santa Ono: At the risk of putting everybody all up in our business, I am writing you this as a sincere favor — to help you by telling you some key things about yourself, your current station and ways you can redeem yourself and the University of Cincinnati.   

William H. Cosby Jr. vs. The Cos

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Bill Cosby created The Cos — perhaps unofficially in the early 1970s, after breaking a color barrier by being cast in in I Spy in 1965 — as a means of convincing us he wasn’t at all like that lecherous curmudgeon Bill Cosby. Again.

Lucy, Chad, Nicole and the Quest for Medicine

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Lucy Scholten is a beautiful girl: long, thick, dark eyelashes; a big, round face; long limbs. She has grown considerably in the few years I have known her folks.

Summer Breeze

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 8, 2015
I detest summer in Cincinnati. Whenever I hear sirens — and living on a boisterous corner of Woodburn Avenue for the past 13 years I hear plenty of sirens — I think: Cincinnati police must be taxed and overworked.