Gays in Go-Karts
Last week I wrote about seeing Alvin Ailey Dance Theater, an experience I found so moving I felt compelled to share it. …
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Jonterri Gadson’s ‘Cardinal Sin’
The turning point in this poem, “It wasn’t my place / to teach other women’s children / about death” keeps me awake at n…
Happy (fill in bad-ass woman here) Day!
As I was wandering around downtown the other day, I did a double-take at the "we're going to be closed Monday" signs on …
Dear wine, TV, and my kitchen timer: a cry-it-out love letter
Dear Charles Shaw Fine Wine, LOST Television Program on Netflix, and Now-Missing Kitchen Timer, I know. It’s been a l…
I’m Black every month
We're more than halfway through Black History Month, and this is the first mention of it that you'll find in thishere ma…
Dear delicious pizza: a love letter to Homemade Pizza Company
Well, Liz started off our love letter series with something heartfelt and beautiful. I was there when she read that piec…
Hummingbird – a love letter to the mothers at Berry UMC
With Valentines Day fast approaching, Megan and I thought it might be fun to do a “love letters” series! Over the next f…
What not to ask an unmarried woman…
...unless you want to get punched in the genitals. Question, followed by the Answer the unmarried woman* wants to giv…
Kayla Sargeson’s ‘Hellwave’
Dealing with the aftermath of trauma—emotional or physical—can shape a person forever. In Kayla Sargeson’s poem “Hellwav…
The poop look
I remember hanging out with Liz and Ida when Ida was probably around 9 months old. She was sitting on a blanket on the f…
