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Randy Wolf: November 7, 1964-July 11, 2014

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.   

My Brother’s Sleeping

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.   

No. 104

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.  

Wagging the Dog

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.  

Final Friday

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.  

Gone

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 feel.  

The Show

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The modern concert-going experience sucks.  

My Right Foot of Fury

0 Comments · Wednesday, January 22, 2014
I have always taken for granted simple things like balance, mobility, independence and 10 toes and, as a raging diabetic, I am particularly obsessed with my feet.  

Ashes to Ashes

0 Comments · Tuesday, December 31, 2013
My niece, to whom I haven’t spoken in probably decades, is having her father cremated. D. died Christmas Eve morning.  

Give Me a Reason

5 Comments · Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Top 10 Reasons Why I’ve Only Seen the Same Black Guy Among the Masses Whenever Believe In Cincinnati Was on the News Advocating for the Streetcar.  

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