by Richard Lovell
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CityBeat columnist takes on new role at Public Library
Published author, poet, teacher and long-time CityBeat columnist Kathy Y. Wilson has been named Writer-in-Residence for the Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County. Wilson is the first person to take on this new position, which she will serve through November.As Writer-in-Residence, Wilson will conduct a writer’s workshop, speak at multiple community events and participate in library promotions throughout her residency.Wilson should be no stranger to any habitual reader of CityBeat, whose “Your Negro Tour Guide” column was a feature in each weekly edition before she abruptly ended the column in 2005. She still remains a featured contributor, providing matter-of-fact and straight from the shoulder insight on the most pressing and important issues, from the election of Barack Obama to the current transgressions of the NFL. She’s never been one to shy away from cutting and abrasive commentary, providing insight that might otherwise remain concealed or ignored.Wilson has extensive experience in the field of journalism and writing. She is currently a senior editor at Cincinnati Magazine and an adjunct instructor of Women’s Studies and Journalism at the University of Cincinnati, and was a contributor for “All Things Considered” on National Public Radio. Her work has been recognized on multiple occasions, and she was a finalist for a National Magazine Award for her in-depth profile of conservative talk show host Bill Cunningham, being nominated alongside writers from big name publications like Vanity Fair, The New Yorker, National Geographic and New York Magazine — an achievement in and of itself.Wilson had always dreamed of one day being featured on the shelves of a library and with multiple books to her name, that dream has been wholly accomplished. As the new Writer-in-Residence, she can help people consummate that very same dream.
0 Comments · Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The mounting evidence of the NFL’s
epidemic scourge of employing women and children batterers as highly
paid professional football players has been a perfect storm resulting in
my decision to boycott professional football.
0 Comments · Wednesday, September 10, 2014
There is so much that is problematic with
the NFL and the until-now largely unchecked and woefully under punished
domestic violence of its players that it is dizzying to know where to
0 Comments · Tuesday, July 22, 2014
On July 11, my high school classmate, Randy Wolf, dropped dead unexpectedly of a heart attack.
This is not about the shock of a 49-year-old man dying unexpectedly; we are born to die.
This is not about my own mortality; I feel my body’s anarchy everyday. My time may also be nigh.
0 Comments · Tuesday, July 8, 2014
I have long held that black women in
America are under attack. We get harsher criminal prosecution than our
white counterparts; we are murdered by intimate partners at higher rates
than any other groups.
0 Comments · Wednesday, July 2, 2014
I wasn’t so sure about this, this coming back to CityBeat
when Editor Danny Cross first sent me an email in 2012 explaining his
plan to overhaul the paper I’d freelanced for from its first issue in
1994, then joined first as a part-time writer in 1999 (just enough hours
to qualify for health insurance to buy insulin and needles) then as a
full-time staffer with a column.
0 Comments · Wednesday, June 25, 2014
I thought I was done with pitbulls, with thinking about little Zanaibou Drame and all the Internet postulating about the two. But the Cincinnati police shooting last Friday of a stray pitbull in Bond Hill brought it all back to me.
0 Comments · Tuesday, June 3, 2014
He looked homeless, whatever that means.
Truth is, Mike Markiewicz looked the way
he did — bedraggled, a bit greasy, disheveled, grungy, filthy, even —
because appearance mattered not at all to him.
0 Comments · Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I’d naturally thought all along that he
had wanted to disappear, that he was not “taken” by anyone else and as
the days wore on and there was no sign of him I secretly thought maybe
he’d killed himself, troubled by some gut-deep darkness only he could
0 Comments · Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The modern concert-going experience sucks.