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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.   

Nearly Half a Century

0 Comments · Wednesday, April 23, 2014
The best parts of growing older are experience, grace, laughter, wisdom and memories and growing older itself because the alternative is death and I wouldn’t trade the raggedy edges of my sometimes uncertain life for all the death I once lusted for.  

In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens

0 Comments · Wednesday, March 12, 2014
My partner’s mother has been dead 11 years now; mine will have been dead nine years in May.  

In This Life

2 Comments · Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Time has a way of healing, but Jered is always in my thoughts. The month of September brings him back full force.   

Looking for Mr. McNabb

3 Comments · Friday, August 2, 2013
When I moved to another apartment building here in Covington, Kentucky at the end of January, my decision was to stay pretty much to myself and not get involved with my neighbors.  

Empty Bedrooms (for Trayvon, for Us)

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 17, 2013
I talked to my kids about Trayvon Martin, the flaws and intricacies of the American judicial system, about racial profiling and about how the smallest of bad choices can keep them from coming home at the end of the day.  

Until It's Time for You to Go

0 Comments · Wednesday, July 10, 2013
We’re all, most of us, anyway, waiting together for 93-year-old Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela to go. But, really? How much can one man bear? How much beating? How much ostracization? How many lies? How much defamation, alienation and starvation?   

Aralee Strange: 1944-2013

1 Comment · Wednesday, June 19, 2013
There was this woman with a deep, slow drawl spoken in something between a rasp and a whisper who had a lightning bolt inked high on her right cheekbone not as thuggery, irony or defiance but as a simple, stunning marker adding to the mystique of a woman easily mistaken in her era-defying androgyny for a man.   

Of the Dead Speak No Evil

0 Comments · Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Anyone who knows the Allen brothers knows it’s a blessing and an honor to do so, but some of us have no idea these men are walking-around Black History Month icons.  

The Hours

0 Comments · Tuesday, March 12, 2013
 What work ethic I have — especially the stamina and energy to plow through until the end — I got from her. Our mother never stopped. My three blood siblings and the four stepchildren she raised can all attest to the fact that she never stopped parenting us.  

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