There’s No Such Thing as a Free Picnic
Today [December 20] I took in some of the “inclusive” exclusivity of the refashioned playground of Manhattan, walking the length, almost twice, of the High Line, a 1.45-mile-long park built … Continue reading
Marking Time
Today’s one of those days. When I awake, too slowly, thinking about my mom; when I know I’m not going to get much done, and will continue to think about … Continue reading
Random Not-so-Random Acts of Kindness
It’s night 5 of Hanukkah in my Brooklyn home. Colorful little candles are casting a warm glow against the tarnished-golden metal of the menorah — bringing light into the world, … Continue reading
The Light of Remembrance
Holidays in the so-called United States — and doubtless, elsewhere too — are treacherous to navigate if one is remotely critical of hierarchy and domination, and remotely self-reflective. There are … Continue reading
Same Message, Different Method
One of the most remarkable things about New York City is that in the course of even one day, you run across pretty much the whole of humanity and every … Continue reading
Things I Hate about San Francisco’s Gentrification: A Love Poem
Below you’ll find, first, a lengthy first-person prologue exploring the loss and grief many of us are experiencing — at accelerated paces — as our communities, cities, and loved ones … Continue reading
Certain Bodies
I finished the last few pages of Audre Lorde’s book The Cancer Journals (1980) today in the bowels of NYC’s subways at the same moment that a black woman who … Continue reading
