A paradox of self
Sammie and I joined the Museum workers picket line on Friday with Fran, a former comrade from Put People First….
Sammie and I joined the Museum workers picket line on Friday with Fran, a former comrade from Put People First….
The phrase “reverse engineering” came to me as I was reading Jean Piaget’s exploration of a newborn baby starting to…
For two years now I’ve avoided colds and the flu while working on not catching COVID. Perhaps it’s because of…
There is nothing like getting punched in the face to make you aware of how deeply seated is a sense…
“You know white folks. They be doing some shit and then they say they ain’t.” Heard on the sidewalk outside…
Sometime memory follows its own paths. Last night a gout attack disrupted my sleep. Usually I can tell why. Not…
Note how I ended Part 1 of this post. I did not say that “once I have no self, then…
Some years ago I posted a story about one of the times I landed in the middle of a media firestorm…
Labor Day is ending, along with this strange summer. This is the first September in more than 20 years that…
What do you mean that the Concert for Bangla Desh happened almost 50 years ago?!? That was just one of…