Black Hoodies and White Privilege

My Black son got a black hoodie for his birthday.  When he took it out of the Batman gift bag, I felt a shiver creep up my spine. The white relative who gave it to him probably didn’t spend any time thinking about what it means to give a Black person a black hoodie. *** […]

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Dear Son: Mom Was Raped

Dear Son, What I’m going to tell you is going to make you uncomfortable, but you’re a teenager now and I’m not going to sugarcoat this for you.   I have lain on my back staring at the swirls on a lampshade trying to figure out what I did to deserve being pinned down, sweated on, and […]

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I Fucking Hate Summer

Just as I began dragging the plastic razor up my left thigh, I felt the hot water turn from warm to cool to cold.  Shaving with goosebumps is a form of torture no one should have to endure, but I had to get it done, because I was already late getting my kid to his […]

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Suspicious Activity Near Schools

1a.  Suspicious Activity Near Schools        Fri., May  6, 2016 9:03 a.m. Posted by: cindymom44 A 9-year-old girl who lives in the community reported to the police that a man got out of a red pick-up truck and asked her to get into his truck with him.  She said no, ran into the woods, […]

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Confession

I have a secret.  Coming out about this is probably going to make my life harder for a while, but hopefully in the long run, people will understand, accept it, and move on.

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Breaking in to find myself

Christmas had arrived quiet and gray in 1987.  The grandfather clock chimed a reminder that lunchtime was near.  My mother cooked the turkey in a pillow case, hoping it would taste as good as it smelled, for once.  It didn’t. “But what are you going to do with a Bachelor of Music.  What will you […]

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High Notes and House Calls

Every day after school let out, my girlfriend and I would sprint back to her house to listen to Minnie Riperton’s “Loving You” (is easy ‘cause you’re beautiful).  It was the number one song in the spring of 1975, back when I used to wear my hair in pig tails and skate circles in our […]

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How to Get Over Imposter Syndrome

“What is the worst thing that could happen?” asked my therapist, Beth, when I called her in a panic.  “I don’t know, but something tells me that today is the day I’m going to be exposed,” I said, nearly an octave higher than I usually speak. “What do you mean by exposed?” she asked. “You […]

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The Sound of Pee: On Bullying

In fourth grade, I had Ms. Mahon (sounds like “man”) and she was a scary lady, with a collection of paddles in the corner and a penchant for yelling.  Our classroom was connected to another one, with two bathrooms in the middle.  One of Ms. Mahon’s rules was our class was only allowed to use […]

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I Held My Farts Back For 8 Years. No more!

“God DAMN it!” My father shouted as he struggled to manually crank the driver’s side window down on our wood-paneled station wagon. He was holding his breath as he drove, cheeks puffed out, shoulders up. When the smell got to me in the back seat, I did the same.  It was like… I don’t even […]

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