words are my habit.
You’re in a grocery store. You see a man with a child. They’re clearly comfortable together. You
a. think he’s babysitting.
b. think he’s the dad and that this must be his hour, day or week to have the child.
c. think he’s the dad, period. It’s no big deal.
d. realize your answer depends on the race of the man and race of the child.
…yeah. Let’s talk about that.
I’m that person who looks around O’Hare wondering who I know because there must be someone; the world isn’t that big, right? If I could page the entire airport, I would. “Hi folks. My name is Michaela Lawrence Jeffery. At least one of you knows me. Meet me in the F gates.” Twice. Twice I’ve […]
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The writing gurus say not to write about the pain when it is fresh. By that they do not mean not to write about it at all, but not to share it just yet when your skin is still hot, when your brain is still hot. Don’t share it when you’re still on fire. I’ve […]
C most likely