My mother, teaching me how to protect my body: “When a man touches you here, yell I am a body that will bear a child.” How was I, a child, to understand that as the sanctity of my body. How was I to know to say, the body without that potential...
Early in January, a few days into the New Year, I sat with four students on the ninth floor of a Twenty-Third Street Manhattan building. I have two dominant memories of our week together: The first is of the forbearance with which they...
Little wiener dog doing his best show horse, jumping one, two, three stumps in a row; his boy is too busy scrolling to notice, but I smile all the way up the hill. Bitter cold
