The Politics of Not Cooking for Thanksgiving

As Thanksgiving rears its conflicting smallpox and stuffing-laden head next week, I have a confession: I’ve been married four years and have yet to cook an entire Thanksgiving meal. Let me explain before you start typing furiously about me abandoning my wifely duties. Thanksgiving is the Olympics of meal preparation. You train all year, slippingContinue reading “The Politics of Not Cooking for Thanksgiving”

Poets Changing Lives One Rhyme at a Time

Fifteen years ago, Keith Rodgers held a get together in the living room of his Tallahassee, FL apartment. People sat on the sectional couch under dim lighting, hunched knees-to-chin on the staircase, or stood behind the kitchen counter and waited. Finally, Keith stood up the in middle of the living room with his back toContinue reading “Poets Changing Lives One Rhyme at a Time”

Parkinson’s: Stealing from Grandma

I began stealing from my grandma three years ago.  When I realized that one day I would not be able to wake up and find her sitting in the kitchen, watching a 13-inch black-and-white television, I needed something concrete.  I needed something tangible to slow the slide of time that had pushed, like a looseContinue reading “Parkinson’s: Stealing from Grandma”

May I Whoop Your Child, Please?

To question a famous proverb written by Hilary Clinton, if it takes a village to raise a child, does that include jacking them up?  Raising children is a very hands-on endeavor, and I would like to extrapolate that phrase to mean the village should lay hands on children when necessary. You pray over them and you pop them upsideContinue reading “May I Whoop Your Child, Please?”