On occasion. I find myself listening to the wind as it plays through trees ( Read more... )

I just wrote this bit of correspondence to a neighbor of mine in response to her musing about how racism, both overt and covert, can rear their (not ugly but everyday) heads in our otherwise chummy public house down the street. An out of towner went on a tirade about the NAACP meeting a friend of mine (non-black) attended and was gushing about. And ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm sitting in my sister's slightly cluttered dining room with a wee bit of time to kill. I've been in Easton a few odd, overcast days, and have felt a swell of the typical nostalgia (with the inevitable stings of dashed expectations) followed by the more humbling stumble back down to earth. That trip is shaped by reunions, both ( Read more... )

I found myself flinching as I staggered back up the asile of the front train car I'd just been ushered down. People in downy sweateres and multiple layred winter wear had crammed themselves into seats and made themselves dose as the train began to propell itself forward again. I found an open seat and, after gesturing to the woman beside it, shoved ( Read more... )

It was the sort of crisp, absolutley lovely autumn day you always dream about. The sky was a dazzling azure, campus was abuzz with students going about their weekday routines, and I, after months of interoffice buck shifting had finally managed to badger the idle Graduation department into actually finding the time to get me my Master's degree. I ( Read more... )